FIX ME.
why did i have to be born this way,
the way where i have a permanent chemical in-balance in my brain.
the way where i can't stop being moody,
always switching everyday.
even not sitting in the passenger seat can make my day a bad one.
i always ruin people's days because i'm upset,
usually at nothing.
but i can't help it sometimes.
sometimes i feel like i'm not in control,
like there's two people at the wheel.
as though i'm a car with a drunk driver,
unable to take charge over my movements.
and so i ask,
please fix me.
YOU ARE READING
THE GREY AND THE BROKEN.
Poetrygrey clouds fill the sky, broken hearts fill the world. why couldn't we be happy?
