Poems about Health

Dear Mother, Did you ever consider you didn’t love me?  Perhaps, only the idea of me.
We. We all have the tormenting wall that prevents us from writing.
Dear Mother, who is dear to me no longer,    
Life is One tricky game Vetnure  Explore to find your name   Yet know Our mind is weak
Wrap me up and put a ribbon on me because I can be whatever you want me to be for a day or an hour
To the skeletons in my closet and the demons in my head,  
"how long?"   ten hours, twenty, thirty.  
I don’t want a doll for a daughter.   I don’t want a pretty-painted
Is it worth it, For people to only know me by my "shyness", My looks,  My sarcasm, 
My dear friend Sickness,