I Can't Help It
I can't help that you have some realities you are not able to face and name. I understand why facing those realities is so difficult when they involve matters very close to your heart.
You don't want me to get close to you. You don't want me to say some of the things I've been conscience bound to say. You say I am being harsh in saying them.
I am sorry you feel that way, but in conscience I have to deny the charge. There is no way to deny the hard reality of what happened nor the complicity of those involved in minimising and hiding that reality to cover their own culpability.
What bothers me is that in denying that reality and facing it squarely, you set yourself up for continuing anger and bitterness. You are not able to really let the past go and move on with the rest of your life. As a result the very ones you are trying to get away from and avoid are still controlling your life.
I'm not going to allow you to put that baggage on me.
I can not help that you will not get counseling and help from a qualified counselor who would be in a position to give you impartial advice and counsel in working through all the crap you had to deal with.
I can't help it, and as a result, I can't help you; not that you would ask for my help anyways. All I can do is pray.
Someday it's going to all blow up. You will see what really happened and where the culpability really is. All hell will break loose. Maybe I'll be there to help. More probably not.
I can't help it, and as things stand now, I can't help you. I can only pray,
~ The Billy Goat ~