Drowning

A sea of outstretched hands

Reaches towards me

But not one of them

Is reaching for me

To the left and right they go

Passing me by

To those around me

Yet the call for help

Was sounded by me...

Do they not see

That I am drowning

With neither raft nor life jacket

I am being pulled under

With the weight of my emotions

Yet all they see

Are those around me

That I have pushed to the surface

And saved before me

My name will go down

In the books of history

Among the thousands 

who have perished

In this sea before me

And even in my death

I remain just one of many

Never good enough...

~SD~