I sat in the chair waiting for the flood of memories to over take me
I looked at you and wished that I wasn’t here
You smoothed out your skirt and looked at me with concern
I sighed with disappointment and waited for the questions to pour out of you


I looked at you and wished that I wasn’t here
I snatched a glance at the clock hoping my time would be up
I sighed with disappointment and waited for the questions to pour out of you
You noticed my anxiety and put your paper and pen on your desk


I snatched a glance at the clock hoping my time would be up
I squirmed in my chair; you were unlike all the others
You noticed my anxiety and tried a smile instead of a frown
“Would you like to explain to me what happened?” you asked

I squirmed in my chair; you were unlike all the others
I sat in the chair waiting for the flood of memories to over take me
“Would you like to explain what happened?” rang through my mind
You smoothed out your skirt and looked at me with concern


Most people already know I murmured in response.
Yet you all still keep asking I added with annoyance seeping through each word
Not all people know You countered as the smile faded back into a frown
Only those that want to help you know You said as you wrote in your notebook
Tell them I don’t want help; I was dealing with it just fine I stated emphatically
Shaking your head sadly was your only response to my opposition, but then you said,
Open your eyes, look past your pain it’s not all about you.
See what you are doing to others. Don’t you care about your friends and family?
Every nerve jumped at what she had said. Tears threatened to streak down my face
Crying never helped anything I told myself angrily as I blinked them back.
Rage filled me as all the uncalled memories sprung into my head.
Evil thoughts whispered stinging comments. I felt myself falling apart.
Tell me, You said hurriedly, What caused you to start? You leaned forward in your chair
Something pulled me back to reality. I let out a sigh of fear as I met you eyes.
Effort has been made to help you, please make use of it. You beseeched of me.
Can’t I just be left alone I screamed at you. Tears spilled from my eyes at this point.
Regretfully you tell me to sit down and you motion toward the box of tissues.
Either tell me what happened, or don’t tell me. You said sadly,
‘Til you do we all will just have to wait.


I wrote these last night. It's two poems, but they tell a story when together. I'm rather proud of these two at the moment so I hope you like them. Ohh and the title of the two is some what hidden in one of the poems.