I know the burning rage,
I feel trapped, as if in a cage.
There's nothing I can do,
I wish I could stop you.
You've put others on a shelf.
You try to solve your problems yourself.
You grab something sharp and start to cut,
girl, you ain't in that big a rut.
Why are you doing this, tell me please!?
I'm your friend, your pain, I will ease.
I will wait until the end of time.
I'll take your problem, and make it mine.
(This poem was written for a friend)