Illusion

I can attempt to put my peices back together. Only can I do so much, as they go away and scatter. The chances of me coming together become clustered. Fear fills my eyes, as I become lost like no other. I ask for help, may a hand come about. I have two to rely on. Only can I seek, never shout. If I lose them, they are gone forever. Restrained from me, the usual signs I will never get empathy. Do I ask? No. Life is but an illusion of happiness. You chase your dreams, only to get held back.