too many weeds in the flowers
too many pills in the pharmacy now
too many bugs in the shower

there's too much %#@! 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