“Your problem is not my problem,” words that have never sat right with me, words that have always felt like a needle piercing through my eyes over and over again, the amount of anguish those words have cost me is… Continue Reading →

“Your problem is not my problem,” Martin said, dropping the butt of his cigarette into the trash. “You’re on that stage in fifteen minutes or you’re not on at all.” He slammed the door behind him, leaving a faint cloud… Continue Reading →

“Your problem is not my problem” the old woman selling handcrafted jewelry says to me. I’m standing in the humid, busy metro station right under Grand Central Station. There is only two weeks until Christmas, and with my typical procrastinator… Continue Reading →

“Your problem is not my problem,” Anna sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.“It is now.” The ghost argued, crossing his arms. “You’re the one who chose to move into a haunted house.”“You’re dead!” She shouted back. “Why don’t you… Continue Reading →

Your problem is not my problem. I don’t understand why humans all have the need to push their worries onto me. I’m just a cat. I can’t even talk back. My owner comes bursting through the door of our apartment… Continue Reading →

“Your problem is not my problem. I really don’t know how to make it any clearer. I left that business.” I told him as I hung up the phone before he could ask me again or better yet attempt to… Continue Reading →

Your problem is not my problem.Your pain is not my pain.Still, your corruption only spreads sloppy lies,To keep the truth that you only seek to hide,By being unholy and raw. Oh to be like you, engulfed with sin;Eager to bloom.Prepared… Continue Reading →

“Your problem is not my problem,” the snarky voice echoed through my ears, the next thing I heard was the tone of the phone hanging up. Thirty minutes, it takes thirty minutes to get from my apartment to the JFK… Continue Reading →

Your problem is not my problem.The stones don’t pull me down;Deep water isn’t where I lay.Regrets don’t flood my headWhile the bathwater turns red.The rope doesn’t hang from my ceiling,A new necklace I do not possess My farewells are not… Continue Reading →

“Your problem is not my problem!” I slam the door behind me. I make a run for my car, get in, and don’t even wait for my Spotify to connect. I just drive. I have no real destination, just a… Continue Reading →

“your problem is not my problem,we have a right to our own choices,We can carry our own weight,created in our tangled web of existence.But we are blessedwith the chance to create our own fate.Our lives may be different,fast-paced or quiet… Continue Reading →

“Your problem is not my problem”The words of lust not love.The emotionless;Means less emotion for you.An addiction;Too stubborn to let it go. His eyes that lose you;His smile that traps you;His sensitivity you see as a strength,Though come to see… Continue Reading →

“Your problem is not my problem.” This is what I heard come out of my therapist’s mouth as I stared at her in shock. What did I say wrong, I thought. I know the story I had just told her… Continue Reading →

“Your problem is not my problem.” My best friend, Aaron, yells over his shoulder as he continues to stock the shelves of his bookstore. I pick up my pace to keep up with him as I try to convince him… Continue Reading →

“Your problem is not my problem,” Charlie grumbles as he slams the door in the older man’s face. He was in the middle of a crucial game, and this senile man knocked at his door, saying he needed an old… Continue Reading →

“Your problem is not my problem.” He says to me. I look at my stupid parking ticket that’s bigger than a notecard I could use on a test in junior year. Are you kidding me? Act a bit of a… Continue Reading →