Mom
Mom-Why do I have to be sick?
I’m so tired of feeling blue?
I try and control it,
but it takes control of me.
Mom-
Why do I do the things I do?
So out of character
like a stage hen trying to peek
They’re way to the top of what?
Mom-
Why do I love too much?
Is there really such a thing?
Could it be I was raised that way,
or could it be I was burned
way to many times in the past.
Mom-
Why do thoughts of a new land
tend to scare fear into everyone?
The circle of life to light
is the human process for
everything living that must die.
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