What About Me

How is it that everyone knows what I need? How can they know, when I have no idea What with which to fill this large aching void? They say that they love me, but cannot Because they have not what I need What is this thing I need This thing they see so clearly? They speak of failing me They worry they will hurt me, They can’t give me what I desire Like these things are strangers to me What about me? I don’t know. I am lost and confused. I don’t know what I need; I know what I have I know what I think I love them, and I need them. They speak of my pain like it doesn’t exist, It isn’t real unless they give me this gift. But it already exists… it is a living being. The pain, it has taken over me. I am a shadow, an echo of who I was. They hint of who I am… How can they know this When not even I do? They hint about leaving me Because of so many things: They will fail me; they will hurt me; They can’t give me what I need Or what I deserve… safety And so I will lose them In the name of protection, Misguided by love. How can they not realize This will be the death of me? I need to love and be loved But they would deny me this… For my safety, and my happiness… What about me?