"Did you ever think
that maybe you have a problem?"
no
never
they aren't actually problems
if you can't see them right?
but so what if I did?
who doesn't?
my problems are  jars
filled with pennies
sitting forgotten on a shelf
without them
I would be without me
with one hand they break me
only to put me back together
but I'm never what I was
something new missing each time
always changing
eroded by waves of white fury
grinding me down
to dust
My problem
is that I have no problem
with my problems