Promise
Looking around…seeing mental disaster everywhere
Roaming the halls…hearing the story’s…wanting to help but can’t
Concerned about friends…not one has the help they need
Eureka! I will be a person, who makes positive changes, not negative
I will help people and raise them up,
I won’t drop them or tell them they are stupid or ugly
I promise to help them out of the hole they have fallen into,
And teach them they are not alone
I will…promise.
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