The Therapist

When nobody loves you, do you take it out on yourself?
Do you pray that your enemies will burst into flames?
The person neglecting you was a so and so.
Is that why they deserve the blame?

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A bubble floats idly in the wind
Around the world, you see it all
Until someone pokes at it,
Your conscience is safe within these walls.

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You were taught to judge, yet you chose not to
Trails of blood left from an exposed heart
You finally admit it, you’re sensitive
You’re not tough, but you’re a work of art.