Useless by Barbara Goodhew

Try to keep up with my friends.
Talking, walking and eating.
I can't it frustrates me.

They don't understand, I need things to
make my life a breeze.
I think everything is okay and I'm at
ease.

Then I go out with them see that my speech isn't clear.
I walk and make motions in fear.

Things easy for them.
For me overwhelms.

Feel useless and stupid, not their fault they try to help.
Something I have to get over with self help

Seizure () -- Monday, June 24 2002, 06:14 am

i know
Yeah, a lot of people don't understand that it is really the person in pain that has to overcome the "problems" greatly on their own. I feel strongly that it really is the person in pain that has to ask for the help before someone can really give it. That's just me.

Barbara (216.129.37.250) -- Sunday, August 11 2002, 03:07 am

thankyou
I just want to say thank-you for your comment seizure I look forward to comments means somebody is reading what I write. yeah!!!

Seizure (68.154.29.46) -- Sunday, August 11 2002, 07:00 pm

Barbara...
I read all your poems. I like your work.

seizure (216.129.37.250) -- Monday, August 12 2002, 11:58 pm

appreciation
when i read your comment it made me feel really good thank-you I read yours too

barbara (216.129.37.250) -- Tuesday, August 13 2002, 12:01 am

oops
I put your name instead of my name for the comment appreciation Ha Ha

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