People seem to think they can resolve my problems.

People seem to think,
They can resolve my problems.
Why do they not understand?
These are my problems.
No theirs,
Not any ones,
But mine.
In time,
I might get a grip,
On the situation.
I might clasp my fingers,
Around a good solution.
For now,
I don’t have a clue.
And you,
Keep trying to help.
I want to be alone.
I push people away,
And they come back stronger.
Why don’t they keep out?
Keep their big noses out?
No longer!
I want no more of this.
I bid it to end!
But hope is not my friend.

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