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with everything beating through me
i try to understand
all that's happening around me
and to me
you'd think i'd be used to it
the need i feel
to rescue those in danger
to save them from themselves
they're already covered in gasoline
i have to keep them from striking matches
it's like as if they like the danger
the spark in the strike
the glow in the flame
the risk of it spreading
they either feel no resistance
or they don't care
they need someone-- anyone
to pull them from the downward spiral
in which they constantly find themselves
the misery they create
is consuming them
and will continue to do so
unless a heroine steps into play
but
is it really heroism
if it's what one feels they need to do?
i can't stand to see people drown
in a delusional world of their own creation
is it because i've been in those shoes
and walked those same steps?
is it because i was able to help myself
pull myself up and out
of the dismal misery i created?
is it because i know
some cannot do it
alone?
why do i need to be the one to help?
and does it even matter
maybe this is one of the things in life
we are not supposed to understand
it doesn't matter
WHY i want to help--
only THAT i want to help
and that i DO help.