Therapy [poetry collection]

man

as I metamorph

questions filled my heart and

my mind and jewels filled my eyes

I wanted an answer but all I'd get are

sugar coated lies with a pinch of salt

inside. maybe it could've been wrong

I utter all the time; but it is never wrong

lying just made it wrong. it could just

have been a single drop of honey

from your mouth at least it is

sweet and true. I asked for

an answer. a true answer.

I could have accepted a dead

bouquet of true words. do not think

of me as a person who could not appreciate wilting

flowers just because I am a such a bee

in a form of a man