What’s Wrong?
What’s Wrong?
By Jacob Diehm
“When I look into your eyes, I see nothing but pain. I ask you time and time again, What causes you this agony? Your response, an empty stare. I could help you if you just let me in. Day after day I ask you to tell me what’s wrong. Some days you shed a tear and just walk away, always remaining silent. Then, other days you just give me a fake grin or a small smirk.”
“No one can move through life without someone there to help them with their problems. Just like natural wounds, they grow irritated and infected. Time sets in and those wounds grow ever more dangerous. Eventually, you will have to lose something far greater, a limb or even your life.”
“I know when people on the street ask you how you are doing, you smile and say you’re doing fine. You always put a facade to cover your true feelings. There comes times when you noticed others are down and you try so hard to make them laugh and smile. Why is that? Is it their negativity that makes you think about your feelings that you have buried inside?”
“There are reasons you walk away from people and battles that you have every absolute right to stand and fight. Why don’t you fight? Are you so afraid to express your feelings or are you hiding a vengeful beast inside, scared you may harm someone or even yourself?”
“I just want to know what you would look like without such a heavy burden on your soul. Remove the caution tape around your heart. You have known me for so long, you know you can trust me. Open your heart to me. Just let me in.”
“After all of this being said, you still say nothing. Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong? Come on, God damn it! Tell me! Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” I see a tear rolling down your cheek, but still, the silence. Your eyes grow sad. I wait for your response. I stare and wait. You give me nothing.
I button my collar and put on my tie as I wait. “Please tell me what’s wrong!” I run my fingers through my hair until I feel comfortable. Still, you say nothing. I put on my suit jacket and stare right at you.
“Please tell me how I can help you.” You say nothing and shed another tear. Time has run out and now I must go to work. So I wipe away my tear and walk away from the mirror.
