Counselors

by Hannah   Mar 25, 2008


They dont understand,
they always ask" why"
they give you a tissue,
you just want to cry
They say they know you know they dont
they want you to talk,
you cant
you wont
they sit
they stare
they pretend to care
they jot down notes
on their little pad
they sit they ask," why are you so mad"?

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  • 16 years ago

    by Mikelita Jean

    That's wat I'm talkin' bout
    that's all the truth!