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Feb 2016
All of the people I tried to fix ended up being open cases
That the judge would skim though and laugh at
You can tell a lot from the bags under people's eyes
and how the light glimmers in their eye when they hear the words 'thank you'

Momma always told me that I was one to try and fix the impossible
I found comfort in the word "thank you"
and drowned in the words
"you can't fix everyone"
the second I see a broken soul, like a magnet
I am a positive to a negative
playing devils advocate without the devils sign off

I fall for the ones who say I remind them of their angel figure in their life
I fall for the ones who can quickly resemble my parents failing marriage
I'm my mothers daughter,
I am a dreamer, an unconditional lover
I believe in the ones who don't need believing
I am my mental health's own worst enemy.
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