the boy with sandpaper skin
and snickering friends says,
"you keep stuttering as if
the engine of the car of my
mother has possessed you."
and i apologize and i am sorry
my thoughts keep accelerating
while expectations flood me
the girl with the thick lenses
and the worn notebook says,
"your hands are shaking
like crisp autumn leaves
trembling in november."
and i apologize i am sorry that
i witnessed colored pills falling
onto the floor to the siren song
the child cousin with cutesy grin
embodies their critique and says,
"you have had tears
streaming down your
face for a long time."
and i apologize i am sorry
the flood gates are weary
and i cannot stop pouring
the angel wraps me in
warm wings and says,
"it is not time to leave but
it is time to take control."
i can breathe i am thankful
you helped me help myself
