so i have become the therapist,
but where was my say in this-?
thoughts beauting me to a pelp,
oh and we all need so much help.
and i feel like i can't provide,
oh god im not qualified.
trying to get clean myself,
but cant tell them to f themself.
helping them solve their trouble,
feel like im solving a jinx saw puzzle.
they say they'll go change,
i say lets have a time arranged.
but they never do the same for me,
oh when can i just be set free,
from all this growing responsibility,
oh but thats not a possibility.
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Poetrya collection of poems explaining my thoughts and feelings.... yea its not pretty and its pretty crappy writing also just a bunch of random things ill come up with because once i get a rhyme started i cant let myself stop til im satisfied, even if th...
