Therapy

Heeeeeeeeeeeelp!
I'm drowning in troubles
Who hears me but my own ears

I the likeness of little red riding hood,
trying to get away from the big bad wolf

Dearly beloved child of a sperm donor
Forsaken and forgotten

Bleaching away the sins of my inherited genes

Me, the last product of a woman
devoted to love her man

Don't reckon over my thorns,
they are too many to count

It's the lava pent up inside; erupting
The child in me, crying for a little attention

"Lend me your ears in this life span"
In my death, when my voice is read by your eyes
It will be without tone

By. Vanessa Ramos