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I hated being your therapist Bound by expectations and theory that tells me what to say and how to say it When this real person Was sitting Three feet across from me Standing on her last leg I wanted to tell you what I saw in you not what the theory said I wanted to tell you that your future was bright Your smile could light up an entire room Your passion and creativity could lead you From these depths to your success If only Just a little You could believe in yourself Your talent And your smile Instead I watched as you struggled And I struggled myself To help you see In the most objective light possible Your own beauty And how you could change your thinking But little by little Those people hurt you And you felt your trust Slip Away Until you no longer wanted to live Until You told me What you would do I called for help To someone I could trust with my own life We tried to save yours I never Saw You Again You are alive And hopefully well But how I wish I had been your friend And not your therapist
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
I hated being your therapist
I hated being your therapist Bound by expectations and theory that tells me what to say and how to say it When this real person Was sitting Three feet across from me Standing on her last leg I wanted to tell you what I saw in you not what the theory said I wanted to tell you that your future was bright Your smile could light up an entire room Your passion and creativity could lead you From these depths to your success If only Just a little You could believe in yourself Your talent And your smile Instead I watched as you struggled And I struggled myself To help you see In the most objective light possible Your own beauty And how you could change your thinking But little by little Those people hurt you And you felt your trust Slip Away Until you no longer wanted to live Until You told me What you would do I called for help To someone I could trust with my own life We tried to save yours I never Saw You Again You are alive And hopefully well But how I wish I had been your friend And not your therapist
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chiela-rinne
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
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