A timing to it

When I think about it: It is what it is...

When I'm told no, over and over again - as if I am a the child that you say I am.

I can't be this, I can't be that.

What is being a doctor anyways? Just saving sometimes life?

Oh, Yeah - I couldn't do that.

Thanks for reminding me of him - when you chip in.

the little cracks and crevices in my skin that have never been fixed is - because sometimes your thoughts seep right into them.

I am so childish. and that just makes me such a sin.

Make it known to me that I am what I am, and

that it hurts you, to let you, let that sink in-to the cracks and crevices of your own skin.

Thanks again, for calling me a child in this domestic case of love and sin.