Psychologists.
These people who you can talk to about "your problems".
Who ask you questions about "your problems".
Who are there to help you with "your problems".BULLSHIT
They never talk about MY problems, they want to talk about a problem.
They never ask about MY problem, they ask about a problem.
They ask me to tell the same story I have told way too many times.
The story I tell so they know what the problem is.
The story so they can fix a problem.But it's wrong.
I don't need help with a problem.
I need help with MY problems.I need help with random things, I want to talk about random things in my life. The things that make you get to know me.
I need help with just random teenage things like my best friend is in love with me, what do I do with that.
And I need help with bigger things like what do I want to do with my lifeSo please learn about me, so you can eventually learn about My problems.
That way you can actually fix MY problems.Please stop focusing a problem.
Because I am so much more than a problem.[Like rant poetry idk?]
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
RandomJust for me.. probably never going to publish this. If I decide to.. It is for the people who might feel the same. And want to read something relatable. I hope it makes you feel stuff..