What can go wrong?
Everything
All the questions marks turn over
Start pointing fingers at me
Their hooks grab me by the neck
I can't breathe
Doubt and failure is all I see
Do you follow me?
Of course you don't
There's only room in this tunnel for one
Living life with my brain is the farthest from fun
Wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, son
Some days are easier, they're smooth sailing
Busy days, sleepless nights, leave my heart wailing
I hate waking up on the wrong side of the bed
I count the hours till the pillow can once again grace my head
Published by Gila Daman
Latest release: Inner Piece: Decluttering a Soul. Also by Gila: Pandemic Poetry, She Pooped, I'm Pooped!: Motherhood Year One, First Comes Self-Love, Then Comes Marriage, and The Roadmap Ends Here: Entering Adulthood.
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