i stare at mom's vanity while im crying on her bed

im there when you want to

rip out your

hair and scream ,

knees on the floor, your face is

in my hands .

.

there seems to be glass everywhere

you look

and

you're crying ,

you can see it.

i dont know who told you i was dangerous --

but

i can only be so kind .

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