Psych Ward

Fri, 01/27/2023 - 16:59 -- aqlxis

Bringing me down,
What is there to gain?
You don't care,
You're in it for the money, all of you.
Traumatizing the children for what?
To feel the sense of control you've never had?

We're just children struggling but no one cares.
We need a sense of comfort,

No one seems to understand children have problems too.

No, we aren't faking.
No, we aren't doing all of this for attention.
We need help.

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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