Sestina For the Stranger Reading This

As I walk past, somebody tries to scream, “Save Me!” My heart beats faster. Me, myself, and I like we are the ones. Am I scared? Yes. More scared Than the somebody In the alleyway. Am I walking faster? Yes. Trying to save myself for I don’t know what is in store for me. What is going to happen to me? For if I’m too scared To move on, am I too dumb to ask somebody To help me save myself? I am. Sometimes I am too busy to care for me. I am too confused to save myself. Too scared to stop myself for somebody may not see that I need them and I may be stuck and am very cold and lonely that not even somebody With a blanket and a puppy can warm me. The life I lead, how scared I may be, is too much for somebody to save me. To save myself is too hard for I am too scared To ask for help. How am I so stupid? Too scared to save me. I just need somebody. Somebody save me. I am scared.