written August 1994
I don’t want somebody to tell me to be strong.
I want them to allow me to be weak.
I don’t want someone who thinks they know it all.
I want someone who will care.
I don’t want someone telling me how they think I should fix it.
I want someone who will listen.
I don’t want to look down a finger pointing at me.
I need arms that will embrace me.
My heart is breaking.
It is more than I can bear.
I need someone who is real!