If only you knew my pain
knew my fear
knew the everlasting ache for literature.

Maybe then you'd understand.
Maybe then you'd get the hint.

Perhaps you'd be more empathetic.

How about we strike a deal?

I'll eat the banana,
and you slip on the peel.

Maybe for once you'll get it.
Maybe walking a mile in my converse
Will give you a better look at the inverse.

Would the stench of blisters keep you focused?

I doubt it.
But I'll keep going at it.

I don't need you
or your drama
or the stress.

But you sure as hell need me
and my care
and my help.

But I can't let go.
No matter how it tears me down.

You will go first
and I'll be here
give you a boost

to Heaven's Light.