Dear therapist where to start only 30 minutes to right away I'll start with that my days start to blur together yet it still feels like it's been forever since I woke up people hit me but when I hit back I'm the one to blame I know right from wrong yet I still do the wrong people get so much more than me people get away skipping down the hall me still sitting in a room getting yelled at when they started the war the time is up with lots of thought on what to right away my problems are still here pencil down on desk this was not a Happy way to sell my soul now to give the paper to my dear therapist she looks unhappy with my paper now to leave the next day I must right what happened to my mind and what changed it my dear dear therapist must need to know
(This is a small poem I wrote I hope u liked it by me to my dear therapist my teacher told me to right)(this had 186 words)
YOU ARE READING
dear therapist
Puisiwhere and when my problems start yet never end even in hell or heaven I still suffer the pain my thoughts I created
