Another conflicted poem…

Image courtesy of Pixabay.com. Source Link.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com. Source Link.

Crying in the shower,
Laughing at a funeral,
Emotions on a land-slide,
Time is immaterial.

Everything sets her off,
Everything rubbed so raw,
Mind flimsy as a gossamer string-
-Holding close a crocodile’s jaw.

Oh god, the girl needs therapy,
Oh god she needs some now!
Before she throws a fit,
Before she has a cow!

Something tells her it’s useless,
Another failure under her belt,
How can she hope to look up,
When the hail stones want to pelt?

She’s a strong one, that,
She’s been through more,
But every now and then,
Her body washes up on the shore.

‘This is the last time’ she says,
Every time she puts herself out there,
Here’s raising a toast to all of those-
– ‘Last times’ she’s got to spare.

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