i doubt i mucha poem writer. but i gots troubles inside. i phoned me T and say i wana sit with her, and i'd bring her a jellydonut, and just sit with her hand on me ear. but her can't do that. her has to go have diner and have a weekend break.

i trying not to pick me scabs.
i trying not to pick me ears.

but it's too hard.

i trying not to hurt meself.

i trying.

samy

Samy,

I love your poem. I love how well it rhymes, and it is very meaningful. I can especially appreciate your message.

Weekends feel very long to me sometimes because I try really hard not to call my T cuz I know she needs the break. I like weekdays because working helps keep me distracted and time goes by faster.

What do you like to do for fun Samy?

we went swimming today which i like cuz i can just be 'me' and people don't mind seeing an old lady (haha) playing cuz em just think her is having fun with her kids and that's ok. even if it is 'me' and not the old lady (haha)
samy

Hi Samy,
I really liked your poem, it describes exactly how I feel sometimes. And I think we all struggle with wanting to have more time with our T. I'm glad you could call her and talk about it here.

And I would love to see you swimming!

AG

i were pretending to be a sea monster and kept knocking the kids raft over and then pullin them to the side into me'cave', them thought it were hilarus!
samy

Sounds like fun Samy. It's been a while since I've really let go and enjoyed myself to that degree.