Monday, December 1, 2008

Asking (poem)

I hate asking; I'm always asking for things. I can't ask God, I can't ask my mom, I can't ask my dad. Because then they would get mad at me and make me feel selfish for asking. Make me look stupid like a baby because I can't get things for myself.

That's why I'm always asking.

There is always an excuse; never a straight forward "yes". And I expect it so why do I ask?
Because I have no choice and there are certain things I cannot go without. But why these people? Why isn't there someone I can ask and not be denied, not feel selfish?

I hate asking but I have to.
But I won't ask forever. One day it will stop and they'll be asking me instead...



written 7/22/04

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