You saw my marks
Old and new
And you freaked out, didn't know what to do
I looked in your eyes, as you looked into mine
You called a therapist
And i first i didn't seem to mind
They started to help, in some ways though
Then my mind started to wonder, where did you go?
You are my mother, why are these people helping me?
You said im too much to handle
Then i started to see
These people gave up their time to help me
Gave me suggested solutions that in a way set me free
You are my mother, where did you go?
Just too much to handle
But why couldn't you help me?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a 15 year old
Non-FictionIve decided to share the things that go on in my mind, the thougthts, the dreams that i have all the time Ive decided to share the things that i say, because honestly, it helps, its like therapy! ^_^
