it was the only thing
i was good at
thinking i could do it all
i broke downa construct
i built with my own arms
using up all my strength
until i run into ruinsp
you confuse me
make me feel challenged
but it's discouragingi'm not doing well.
i'm just trying to hold up
while the weight gets too heavy
for my shaking armssemi-good
semi-pretty
semi-caring
too much of a semi friendlacking
falling behind
i'm not good enough
for you
for mewhat do i do wrong?
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THERAPY SESSION
Poetrybut what do you expect from a therapy session? poetry & prose