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.

Image courtesy of Pixabay

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.


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