Nurses
Nurses,
Should be nice.
Or at least that's what I thought.
They didn't care about me.
Hurt yourself?
Stop crying.
Lonely?
Oh well.
Want to talk to someone?
Too bad.
I know,
You have to be stern,
But I am glass,
And you are smashing me.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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