Would You Help Me

Would You Help Me?

If I came up to you one day

And actually said to you

“Help me,

I am so lost

I cry out in agony

But no one hears me

They only laugh at my silly outfit

They only mock me

They call me a misfit

And they’re right

I’ll never fit in

They don’t want me

That I know”

How would you help?

Would really care?

If tears began to roll down my cheeks

How would you stop them?

Or would you be wise enough

To know that I need to cry

I’ve finally admitted

I need someone

Would you respect

That I picked you?