Nurses

Sun, 12/31/2017 - 01:16 -- Axelz

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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