The troubles
I have a lot of anger built up inside of my belly.
My mother worries and meekly asks, “Are you going to therapy because of me?”
I don't answer her.
I am mean, I am cruel, I am impatient.
Why?
Who can I blame this time?
Poetry, thoughts, and a few things in between...
I have a lot of anger built up inside of my belly.
My mother worries and meekly asks, “Are you going to therapy because of me?”
I don't answer her.
I am mean, I am cruel, I am impatient.
Why?
Who can I blame this time?