Useless

If everyone says I am,

Then I guess it's true.

I want to help,

And I wish I could.

But I can't.

And what do I do?

Cry about it.

I cry about everything that upsets me,

Just like the little child that I am.

My tears aren't even warm anymore;

They've formed into cold droplets of salt water.

I can't even do a simple task like make you smile,

Even though that's what I set out to do.

It blows back up in my face, just like everything else does.

I wish that I could keep the laughter on your face

And take away the sadness in your eyes you try to hide.

I want to stop wishing.

I want to start doing.