David

Poem

There’s so much unspoken on your end

I wish you gave those stale thoughts a little air

Dear, you’ve been so strong but you’re only killing yourself

Performing in front of a mirror where you confuse an audience to be

There is no great reward at the end

For how many wounds you’ve mended alone

You aren’t your mother and you sure as hell ain’t you’re father

Stop trying to save face, let me see you messy

It’s what im here for

How many times have you picked me up off the floor

Revived my purpling face with an understanding ear

And a reassuring word

Can’t kill the bug of the problems

But honey you don’t have to face it alone

Accept a little help

People are more willing than you think

It’s not hot to be a martyr

All you’re doing is pissing me off

We’ve got to face the music

But we can dance a little while we do it