Beautiful Dandy

I Can't seem to sleep

All I want to do is sweep

I feel as if I have no control

I’m lost in a world full of cold

No one really understands and those who do can’t help

Therapists drive me crazy and make me want to yelp

My parents love me but they just don’t understand

They all think I’m over emotional; A dandy in distress What happens when I’m a dead dandy

When I can no longer

Breathe

Live

Survive

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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