Being the backbone of the family
Causes my spine to ache
While my knees begin to shake
Too much responsibility
It was never mine to take
Now I hold everyone up
But my heart still breaks
I am only a kid
My youth was lost
It never should have been this way
Why did It all happen like this?
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.
