Waiting Poem by Mikayla Haberbosch

I sit and wait.
Waiting for someone to know my heart,
To share my fears.
Someone who has felt my pain,
Who has been where I have been.
People say they can help,
If only I would open up,
But what do they know?
They do not have my heart,
Nor share my fears.
They have not felt my pain,
Nor been where I have been.
So what do they know?
I will continue to wait.
Waiting for someone.
Someone who knows.
Waiting...
Always waiting.