i don’t agree, i must be hating
how dare i oppose your God blessed regime
of twisting the ability to dream
you don’t pray, you fool
you deny my opportunities
because they don’t cater the way you please
your anger is in the air you’re polluting
and blame me, because, of course
my imagined anxiety is bad for your home
words that hurt and
words that spurn
my humanity, which i don’t deserve
you say you’re all for mental health
then fluster when i reach out for help
i’ve had enough
i’ve been broken way too much
to be hurt once more
i don’t need the snare that you call home
well this is depressing.
but alas, it be like that sometimes.
maybe i’ll write the resolution to this. someday.
just not today.
~but that does not make us wise, jo~