I try to help, but I seem to make things worse.
I feel like I'm just a bad curse.
I try to comfort but it all comes out wrong,
Misphrased, misinterpreted, I tried for so long.
I just wanted to help but my mind didn't cooperate,
It just blanked I begin to babble, is this my fate?
A mind that won't think,
A tongue that can't drink?
I try, but it never works.
I phrase it wrong they turn their backs on the recipient.
It all backfires.
But I try.
And I'll try till I get better.
When my words come out right, they comfort.
I know they will.
- J.O
