Oh the horrors, the dissatisfaction
Of living with a demented mom
Or is it merely bipolar or non-money stress?
Living with shit and negativity
Makes me
hate
doubt
lose faith inmyself
We can't have that
Me or my daughter
Yes, the chips are down
Not for the count
Time to spring back up
To get my life moving again
To truly allow being happier,
On bringing the chance of joy in
Each day is a gift
We are our own treasure
The mind can hold so much good
I'm in
Are you?
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