overthinking can be a blessing
overthinking can be a nightmare
most times

dear mama
i know times are hard
i know you're strong
but i also know you're scarred
just like me

i know you didn't have it
white picket fenced
but neither did i
so why
mama why
when times are hard
are we pushing each other away?

is it because we're too close
too alike
but i just want you mama
and i want you to love me
i just want to know what i can do

am i doing the right thing?
just leaving you to simmer
but aren't you the mama here
i don't want that name for a while
although somehow i feel it already found me