the thing is
the world is falling apart and
i don't know how to deal
with the fears and the tears
others seem to lock up so well
as my mommy tells me
there is no problem
and my daddy tells me
this is how life is
and my brother asks why
i need a therapist and
i try my best to feel normal
sleeping eating rinsing repeat-
and yet
here we are
you asking me
at 2am
why i am typing up this poem,
wide-awake.