The Fixer

Everyone’s got a problem Responsibility falls on me to solve them Becoming a weight not easily carried A heavy feeling that I’ve since buried When it should surface I become unstable Punching the walls until my hands are un-able Echoing claps of my fists hitting the wood Resonating pain through my bones as I stood So share all of your issues I’m here to fix you It’s just another skeleton in my closet An endless drip from a leaky faucet.