As a child I learnt that there is an international signal for
help me
save me
get me out of here
And I played my hands waving and high like a broken robot asking the sun and moon to save my soul
They didn't listen
And I have since spent the years inventing new signals to get your attention
Broken twisted gestures intended for shock and abhorrence
delicate hands, crouched fingers, a thumb in a field of wheat
honest
honest
why don't you see me
Why can't you save me
There is supposed to be an internationally recognised signal for
"Help"
So why is the world blind to my troubles
when I throw myself into water and wave at the sky