Why does one come to me
If they're not willing
to be helped
If they're not willing
to listen
And change their mind.
They come to me
and tell me their
Secrets
Things they want
No one else to know.
They show me that their
Feelings are so
Mixed up.
Yet when I try to help,
To offer a little advice,
They don't want it.
It's as if they
Enjoy the suffering
They're putting
Themselves through.
Perhaps it's in
That suffering
And anguish
That they find their
Security.
And even though it
Causes them pain,
They feel safer
Wrapped inside.
Self absorbed and
Miserable,
Seeking that which
They don't want.

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