I need to create

boundaries

between me

and them

I need to stop taking

unsolicited advice

when the season is
nice

when the flowers are
fresh

I need to stop
getting sliced

up with

my side of rice

my potatoes and
greens

can we not be mean

today

while I sprinkle my
Old Bay

seasoning

all over my despair

do you not see me
here?

I need to stop
listening to

my life forecast

with my info

on blast

my life

on display

for anyone

you forgot

was along the way

at Smashburger

while I’m eating my
fries

enduring my forced
intermittent

cries

for help

get me away from you

who wants to analyze

my every step

while taking no steps

with me

not showing a moment
of gratitude

for me being alive

or even peace of mind

I need to stop taking
advice

with my free peas and
rice

no such thing as free
peas and rice