Your mind is a garden,

your thoughts are the seeds

You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds

These words in white on

AI sunflowers, gold on royal blue

What the hell it that supposed to mean

Hard waiting room chair angry

Skintight sadness on my back

My mind is a slaughterhouse not a garden

Everywhere I go I feel the weight of eyes

My thoughts swarm like yellowjackets

Therapy is a waste of time

I grow lies to get by it’s the only way

Fake normal so no one see my fear

my sunflower smile pasted on