#unapproachable
I sit and wait for the call to begin
I ponder what I'll say
or if I'll learn anything
While the dread settles in
I don't like myself right now.
I see patterns and look for answers
I'll think I might be getting closer to closure,
but in the end, only assumptions are found.
"Why do you need to know?" She asks me.
Because I feel like a well.
The Sun appears and I become dried out,
a storm rumbles in and I'm overflowing.
People visit me rarely
each time they do, I become more empty.
They come to me because they get something
They don't stop and sit with me, they want what I function.
Sometimes they paint me,
or add a layer to my shell
They might gift me an accessory
because for them, it will help.
It makes them feel better,
when how I look brings them comfort,
They think everything changed
But I'm still a well they never visit to connect.
I'm a well that sits on a hill,
They think I'm out of reach
but I'm here, left out
Someday I'll be the well that fell.
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 8:24 AM UTC
I don't want to be left in the past.
I thought these sad times had passed,
But obviously they have not.
I'm still being left behind; forgot.
Soon enough he'll be gone.
I'll be once again at a loss.
It'll just be me, like usual.
Am I really that unapproachable?
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC