Burning Down, Burning Out
by Cat Young
I can't keep doing this. I've tried, I've tried about every way I
can think of, but I just can't get through to you. And I don't blame
you, you know-- I mean, I'm no shrink, but I've been around, and I've
heard enough about your life to make a pretty good guess about what
your problem is. You've been alone for so long that you don't know
what it's like to have somebody care about you. So here I am, doing
everything I can to break through, to let you know that I'm here,
that I care, and you just don't see it. You don't see anything but
the ways I'm not good enough for you, the ways I don't measure up.
And that's your handicap, I know, and it's about the worst one I can
imagine having, `cause as long as you can't see when somebody cares
about you, you're going to go through life thinking nobody cares.
So I hate to leave you like this, but nothing I'm doing seems to be
working, and I can't just keep doing it. A guy can't just keep
giving and giving if he's getting nothing back, not even thanks.
Besides, maybe if I'm not here for a while, you'll figure out that
maybe what I do when I am here means something.
So off I go, once more into the breach and all that, and if all goes
well, I'll see you when I get back. I love ya, Benny, I really do.
I hope someday you'll realize that.
  |