I hear about your troubles. <br />You tell me everyday. <br />You say you're going under. <br />I'm not sure what to say. <br /> <br />I'd like to help you out of this. <br />I'd offer you my hand. <br />I just feel like I'm adding to <br />your weight while in quicksand. <br /> <br />You're old enough to realize <br />you have to really work. <br />You have to learn the hard way. <br />I sound like such a jerk. <br /> <br />Why do you keep getting here? <br />When will you ever learn? <br />You have to stay on top of things <br />and then get what you earn. <br /> <br />It's hard, oh yeah, I know it. <br />Believe me when I say <br />'I struggle to keep life on track <br />each and every day.' <br /> <br />I know that you can do it. <br />You've gotten through much worse. <br />I just don't think it helps you <br />when I reach into my purse. <br /> <br />You'll end up so much stronger. <br />I promise this is true. <br />I'm here if you should need me. <br />I just don't know what to do.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/am-i-supposed-to-help/
