i knock on the door, and hope i don't see,
the guidance counselor who's supposed to help me.
after i knock, i quickly regret,
and hope the appointment she will forget.
with a huge smile she opens the door,
and all i can do is stare at the floor.
annoying questions is what she asks,
i promise myself i won't take off my mask.
i can feel her blue eyes staring at me,
god how i'm wishing that i could just flee.
why oh why did she make me come here,
i hated this guidance counselor-i thought i made that clear.
"i should call your parents" is what i hear,
and all of a sudden i am filled with fear.
i ask her and beg her not to tell,
but all she says is for me to not yell.
i'm feeling sick...i can only groan,
she seems not to care, and picks up the phone.
"god damn you" i say...but she does not care,
i can't do a thing except sit and glare.
i look out the window and ask myself why,
i came to this office and gave her a try.
my mom answers the phone and they talk for awhile,
"she would like to talk to you" she says with a smile.
i pick up the phone and my mom starts to mutter,
she starts to speak, but no words she can utter.
i try to tell her that it isn't easy,
living like i am is extremely uneasy.
i try to explain but no words will come out,
"talk to me please" my mom tries to shout.
i'm feeling so sick and i bring the phone down,
yet the counselor looks up and gives me a frown.
but she picks up the phone and talks to my mom,
as i look away and try to stay calm.
she hangs up the phone and looks right at me,
"it was for the best...one day you will see"
i want to cuss her out, but i begin to cry,
and she tries to hug me and wipe my eye.
i won't let her near me...or anyone at that,
i don't care if i'm rude and being a brat.
my hate for her is deeply cemented,
why did she make me feel so demented?
she thought she helped me, but she was wrong,
she screwed me over when i already wasn't strong.
a knock on the door comes a few minutes later,
the teacher whom i talk to, now seems like a traitor.
but i know in my heart i need to put that past me,
even though she made me come here, despite my plea.
because she knew i needed help, and that this would be best,
i was continually getting worse..even more depressed.
about this guidance counselor, i still have some doubt,
but i hope in my heart that this just might work out.

author's note: i had already posted this poem...but then i added/modified it
a lot so i'm posting the new version of it! thanks for reading it...
 
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