Shadows

Is there someone hiding?
Someone you'd prefer?
My heart is growing sore
at the very thought.

You keep me guessing,
trying.
I try so hard to help you
every day,
every way,
but nothing.

You moan when I
don't try.
You moan when I
do.
So tell me, please,
what am I supposed to do?


In fact,
my mind is made up:
I will no longer
try to help you with your
problem.

You're on your own.