helpless

i hate feeling like this.
that i can't do anything.
that my hands have been tied and chopped off along with my legs.
i want to be told.
i want to be there.
i want to help.
but no one's letting me.
no one's letting me show my care.
my concern.
everyhing's always "just fine"
but nothing's ever really fine.
and no one seems to notice that i want to try to make things better.

but let's face it,
pple will always be "just fine"
pple will always "not want to talk about it"
pple are just being pple.