Sometimes I hurt,
And sometimes I lose,
But I'll always lie,
And say I'm fine.
I guess the reason,
Why I hold it together,
Is for you,
For them.
They tell me to help you,
When I'm falling apart,
Isn't that what I'm supposed to do,
Isn't that why I signed up.
I'll help you,
Under one condition,
A simple one at that,
Help me.
I wrote this because I'm a peer counselor at my school and people think that because I help everyone else, I should never be sad.
I'm one of the more "popular" counselors, meaning that more people ask to see me, thinking I will be able to help with anything.
Critiquing greatly appreciated!
Pandora
