I need help
Not with something I don't understand
Not with something I can't get to
But with me

I need to be told what to do
Or I won't know how
That I need to do it
So I don't mess up

I want to be good
To do the right thing
But the problem is this
I'm weak

I'll break down at the smallest thing
And it lasts for a long time
I can never seem to break free
Because things get worse

At school, I go to a counselor
So I don't skip class
But it seems to be as good as a skip
Or so it seems my parents think

They say to man up
To get over it
But they don't see what I see
It's too much for that

It feels like the middle of the ocean
Just barely staying at the surface
Or my 'demons' personified
And they have me surrounded

Music is my second escape
But I can't always get to it
Not in class where I need it most
Because most of my time is there

So that leaves this poetry book
My last place to go
I can't tell others
I can't listen to my bands
All I have left
Is to write it down here