You seem to have forgotten,
That I'm a person,
Behind the disembodied words.
The thought of a human,
Left long ago,
As I became the one to help,
Through nothing but those words.
The words came from the mind,
Of a human child,
But that thought left you,
Long ago,
And I'm fine with that.
If all I can be,
Is your disembodied therapist,
With an unknown face,
And uncertain words,
Then that's alright with me,
As long as it helps you feel better.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
