Dear mom:

You always said,

"Every problem has a solution."

But life isn’t that easy, or

straightforward.

Memorizing a book of anatomy will

not help you navigate the corridors

of anybody’s mind

And there is no formula for filling

in x and y in order to understand

me.

I came to you and told you all my

problems,

And you turned your eyes to heaven

above and said,

"Every problem has a solution."

Maybe I’m over-complicating things,

But I know that when poetry comes

out of my mouth

It goes through a filter in your

mind and you can’t fathom it.

And that’s alright

But let me tell you this:

Sometimes I feel that I want you to

understand me and leave me alone,

simultaneously.

You told me that every problem has

a solution,

But life isn’t that easy.

I wish it was.