I can’t ask for help. If I ask for help, they’ll judge me. If I ask for help, I’ll be inadequate. I shouldn’t need to ask for help. I should be able to do it on my own. Why can’t I let myself get it wrong? There’s no pressure for me to get it right. She says it doesn’t matter if I get it wrong, Shouldn’t I be in the ideal situation? Shouldn’t I be able to ask for help? Why can’t I just ask for help? I’m scared. Scared to admit that I don’t understand. Because I should understand. How come the rest of them understand? How do they explain it so well? I don’t see it in the way they do. I can’t explain things well, the words come out All jumbled Messed up. So why can’t I do it? Why can’t I ask for help? I know I can’t do it. But I don’t know what I don’t know. It’s all too confusing, The tears blur my vision. Just Ask For Help But something inside me says no. That little bump in the road, Stopping me from going further. And so I write this poem, Instead of asking for help.
I'm not the best at asking for help. It's something that's hard for me. I wrote this down yesterday, no editing or revisions. <3
