I don’t get to change your world view i’m not your therapist

Jun 4

Written By Neela W

I don’t get to change your world view i’m not your therapist by Josefina Eggleton

Swallowing your pain like a horse pill

Gnawing my stomach from inside

Until i am just the viscous honey of my soul

Dripping slowly onto the ground

To stick soles of shoes to the floor

You do not expect me to stretch

Still you chewed me like gum

And the feet keep walking

My soul on their soles

in their step

You wont move

Still the view will change

Reconcile