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is that my problem?
Lincoln skinner
Artwork by:
Emma pillers​
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Sometimes I get worried about the future to come
I wonder what will happen when all the fun things are done
I like to keep myself busy
But that's not always easy
Running away from my distress
All I seem to be able to say is yes
Is that my problem?
When I look ahead I see black
I just want my life back
Back to how it was
Before the stress
Maybe even as far back as when I wore a dress
Is that my problem?
I wish I was normal
But what is normal?
Wearing clothes that are formal?
Not being who I am
Even if it makes me happy
Now when people comment on me
I immediately get snappy
Is that my problem?
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