San Andreas

my mother tries

to make me happy

even when I'm on suicide watch,

she'll ask,

"So how was your day?"

"What are you feeling for dinner? 

How about veggies on the grill, I know you like that."

she tries to create a semblance of normalcy

whereas others purposely attempt to throw it away

and act as if I am made of porcelain

or glass

or something that breaks easy

the others aren't wrong,

to be perfectly honest

I do break easily

just not where others can see

I'm full of fissures,

there's a San Andreas fault in my head

words pour out,

but I don't know where from

sadness pours out,

but I don't know where from

mom doesn't understand,

but she tries to grout the cracks

of her broken middle child

I appreciate it,

but she forgets a lot

that laying it on thick

is just as bad as keeping the cracks bare

but I love her just the same