To Help

The need to release
without stirring the police.
The need to wait
without falling behind the bait.
The need to wake
when all you want to do is sleep.
It's all so fake.
No one is ever that deep.
Or is it true
that someone can look straight through.
So far through they can see the truth
like some super sleuth.
Is it possible for someone like that to be alive
and in a world full of hell thrive?
Is it me that I speak of?
Is all I need to do is love?
Care for the rest
and bear a crest
that says who I am.
A title that everyone knows.
Every sir and maim
that leave emotional blows
to show me what they feel
and to slowly, but surely, reveal
what is wrong that they know
so I can go,
leave to help, to help, to help those who
for all their own love they share with just a few.
The true, the loved, the innocent.
The few, the many, in that incident,
those who helped and those who needed it.
I am there to live for them, with them, be them.
And instead of taking a whole lot of shit
save them, help them. I need to help them.