When you'r different.

March 4, 2009
Something's wrong, mom says.
Something deep within.
A problem no longer small.
They can fix me, the shrinks say.
With talking and medicine.
Fix me-like a clock on a wall.
Well, I'm so freaken sorry, I say,
I didn't that I was broken.
I hadn't realized it at all.

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