Poems about Health

To the stranger I refer to as my biological father,
i promised myself this wouldn’t happen again
You hide behind hills, Curves of rock snaking up, Strangling The lakes and rivers-- Your tears.
My brain it runs and runs and runs and sometimes trickles. But I always hear it dripping. Drip
Layers of mixture You build them up Over and over and Bake at high temperatures.
"Where are you?" I wonder, while you are right beside me. My question echoes like the loneliest of cries
Now that I've said it It doesn't seem so wrong. What was so hard to say out loud Kept me from being strong.
Dear Brothers, I know that you are blissfully unaware of the extent of my pain,
Sheltered with only a few windows Those in which are covered with plastic Nothing comes in, nothing goes out 
The way you speak to me only shows the way you speak to yourself. -so please stop hurting the both of us