Stuck Not Knowing
I want to put into words what I feel
But you treat this as if it isn't real.
I question you about your own dreams
But you don't want to share them it seems.
I ask how you feel about something
And I'm accused of simply meddling.
I tell you I need to know what you think
But you treat me as if I'm on the brink
Of starting trouble where I don't belong.
How could asking what you feel be wrong?
What in the hell has so badly spoiled
The trust you have in me? I've toiled
So hard and long to achieve
The trust you simply don't believe.
And so I'm stuck not knowing
If you are truly growing,
Or if you are forever stuck
In thoughts of nothing but life's muck.
I want you to know forever, Dear,
That I want my heart to hear
What it is you feel and think and see
When you look at the world with li'l ole me.
� Kathee Tschudy, April 11, 1998.
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