Like a broken record
Going round and round
Playing the same old tune
The song never changes
I was there with you
And now I'm not
Only to find out
Nothing has changed
You play like a broken record
The song never changes
And neither do you
-mw
YOU ARE READING
The therapy session
PoetryThe anxiety can't win against this paper and pen. An unscheduled therapy for me to write, and others to read. These words are raw, my thoughts are deep. When I can't sleep, I often write.
