... Poem by Sindal Benson

I often cry over things I can't control
I fret on things I can't change.
I worry about everything,
even when I know I can't fix it.
I thought I could change her,
I thought she would care.
I wanted to help her,
I wanted to be there.
I need to be close to her,
But I feel so unaware.
That everything i worry about,
is nothing more than air.
I still worry,
I still cry,
I still want to fix everything,
I still can't change anything.
Threw in threw,
this remains true.
Of who I am to her,
I'm still her little girl.