too many weeds in the flowers

too many pills in the pharmacy now

too many bugs in the shower

there's too much shit in the air we breathe now



there's too much anger inside me

there's too much scarring when i bleed

there's too much therapy i need

there is no god that i have seen



there's too much doubt in my mom's words

there's too much fear in the way she sees life

i wonder if i'm just like her

i wonder if i can make myself right



you try to help

you listen well

you cannot change the way i see