I look to you.  You’re supposed to guide me, support me.  I am like a girl in a desert— All I see is scorching golden sand for miles, Or tumbleweeds, as a breeze determines their paths. No matter how long I search for a water source, there is nothing. I look to you. Like a bright pink lantana, I continue to grow. Despite the months of drought, I grow. But you don’t care.  A small armadillo lizard patiently waits for rain.  Any sign of a fluffy cloud in the sky.  That day never arrives.  Yet it still waits. And I still look to you.