no more words I quit no longer saying the right thing the stranger who says excuse me fix my child thatβs it. you do it you solve their problems. file it all lock it up to be checked out by someone elseβs savior because Iβm done with being your solve-the-trick einstein florence nightengale mother theresa failbot.
This is from my other poetry blog- written during my music therapy internship. www.unlistedmuse.wordpress.com It was a frustrating time.