I write to express

things I will not say,

but I am not all my writings.

My troubles will not come out to play.

So you can call me crazy

or you can call me by my name.

I do not wish to hurt myself,

so my words will carry my pain.

Bedposts are weak

Broken if stressed

A tough sight for me

A struggle in bed

Your Mom calls you bunny rabbit

My mom speaks through TV static

A door falls on a young man

What a fake father

Pinned and obsolete again

A waste to even bother

Your Mom calls you bunny rabbit

My mom speaks though TV static

Dirt on fridges left outside

A bow and arrow relic

All so he could run and hide

And leave a jar of relish

See that tree

It’s already gone

Thumb your heels

They’re already raw

A bomb could drop

You’d run your truck

Mom’s heart could stop

We’re out of luck

Your Mom calls you bunny rabbit

My mom speaks through TV static

Your Mom keeps her past from you

My mom let’s me wear her shoe