I know it isn’t easy for you, I believe,
I need therapy too!
For the life, I sculpted myself,
from love and tenderness.
The terrific past I could see,
from my actions and outcomes
that I feel, isn’t me.
I could see my outrage
is something I was unapologetic about,
now my moon scars are mistakes
that I own up in a single vow.
Don’t you think your canvas is bothered
with the colours they put you through,
It isn’t just you, I need therapy too.