Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear

[wackedoutcandle]

I understand.
When people worry about you.
It means in some way.
They care.
But when you can't help them from worrying.
It just hurts you.
When you can no longer do anything to help.
Yourself.
Them.
I walk around.
With my chest puffed out.
Acting like nothings wrong.
Because all my life I've been that sad girl.
And I can't be anymore.
I'd rather fake it..
It's just getting all to confusing.
How can I help?
How can I make all of this right?
Tell me and I swear I will.
To the best of my ability.
But sooner or later.
I have to realize.
Maybe like they say.
I'm fragile.
Easily broken.
Easy to give up.
I'm never one to beg.
But in that case.
I would have gotten on my knees.
And screamed.
And cried.
Until you changed your mind.
But even then.
I would feel awful.
I am Maggie.
A girl full of emotions.
Ones that she knows how to escape.
But they hurt others.
And herself.
I am Maggie.
Trying to no longer cry.
For it solves absolutly nothing.
And for a while I succedded.
But tonight
I broke down.
For the one I lost.
When I need him.
For the thoughts I have.
That drive me to do.
Those things they hate.
For everything.
I think I'm "fixing".
And they can't help me.
Why?
Because I won't let them.
I try not to even talk about it.
It's not a topic I want anyone talking to me about.
I may have gone overboard.
But if the people who call themselves my,
Friends.
Really care for me.
They would help me through this time.
And maybe for once...
Help me understand that this is truly better for him.
Instead of trying to get me to reveal everything.
Just hug me.
Hold me close.
And tell me it will all get better soon.
Yes.
Lie to me...