to much help at once
Friday 4 th November 2011I break my arm,
guess what ?
I think that it's no problem.
But when everyone,
huddles up to help me,
I can't even breathe.
I hate it to have servants,
it is horrible indeed!
You can't help asking for help,
for it is what you need.
Then you feel bad inside,
because you are worried they think,
that you are trying to get attention.
But no,
Oh dear,
I can't even dress my doll.
I can't put on my coat,
It's hard to read,
I can't get dressed,
I can't run,
I can't dance,
I can't play guitar....
WHAT ELSE !
Oh,
I don't know how to express what I feel.
I am a disaster.
I am at the end of this poem and I don't feel like i said enough....
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