it was an ordinary day
and i did something
that my parents should have done
i brought myself to a strange building
that has nice people inside
then i heard the beats of my honest heart
in every step i took
he looked at me politely
without a drop of judgement
along with his kind eyes
and helping hand
he offered water
placed a tissue box
between him and i
then i knew he expected me
to see him blurred
in my wet eyes
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC
it was an ordinary day
and i did something
that my parents should have done
i brought myself to a strange building
that has nice people inside
then i heard the beats of my honest heart
in every step i took
he looked at me politely
without a drop of judgement
along with his kind eyes
and helping hand
he offered water
placed a tissue box
between him and i
then i knew he expected me
to see him blurred
in my wet eyes
- trips to my psychologist
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