This was written a few years backâ€"I consider it to be one of my better pieces. Yeah, I absolutely suck at poetry, but I can’t seem to let go of the a, a, b, b rhyming technique. Never was one to write blank verse with flair. *grin*

Counsellor

When I dance and when I sing

Do I know what I can bring?

Can I dispel sorrow and tears

Or simply embolden others’ fears?

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When I smile and blithely laugh

Do you know it’s all a farce?

Have you guessed the sorrow inside

Or do you just survey the outside?

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When you frown and when you cry

To be a friend, I always try.

But success sometimes evades me

Why can’t I have sensitivity?

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Can you see the hurt I bear

Or does anyone even care?

Am I just a prop to some

And not a true friend even to one?

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Can you see the wounds I feel

The ones I simply cannot heal?

You say that you have problems full

Well let me tell youâ€"I have some too.

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Is it really fair to compare

And see whose problems need more care?

Both suffer depression and despair

Shouldn’t your attention between two share?

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Counsellor, you sit there so

Staring at me, neither friend nor foe

Can I really have you to trust

Are my so-called problems really just?