Fix
I can't fix anything
Nothing I do ever works
Unfortunately that thing
Is where I find my worth
Even things that aren't my fault
Somehow land on me
And no matter what I've really wrought
One problem becomes three
When you yell at each other
I feel like we're gonna break
When this happens, I shudder
I feel forced, a side, to take
No matter which I choose
I never make the right choice
It leaves me feeling alone and confused
But that's just my brain making noise
Next time you fight, argue, or disagree
Barely noticing me leave the room
Think of the sounds you hear from me
Little snaps and sniffs coming from my room
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