Therapist (A Poem)

They sit in the waiting room

Waiting for the doctor to call their name.

Shoulder to shoulder

Sometimes dozens at a time.

Stress, anger issues, suicidal thoughts

Hoping the doctor will help them straighten out their minds,

help them connect the dots.

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Is everyone needing some sort of help the new norm?

Or, is it some sort of passing fad?

In any case, I realize

It's making me a little mad.

That I'm trying to raise children in a world

That has really become as bad as this.

Where so many struggle

And everyone seems to need a therapist.