I ain’t no therapist for sure,
my life is in danger why would I rescue yours?
In the middle of the night, you come,
asking for space you left in your life,
For my emotions and harsh words,
Baby, If I wasn’t a paradise,
why do you wanna be with me again?
I am not the moon shedding light,
a girl with so much chaos in her life.
I would rather fade away!
Ain’t no bag you could punch all night,
Won’t take the trash you think I would live in my whole life.
Ain’t no therapist for sure,
go chase somebody more secured.
-Riya Shah
The Reluctant Poet 