Too Many Corrected Profanities For a Useless School Counselor

I can't explain these feelings. Your concernes are eating me alive. You want to ship me off, send me away. And at this point i'm not quite sure if i want to stay. You say self-distruction is on the way and that i'm losing my mind. I'm suffocated and your insecure because your not used to my kind. Do the same principles apply? Do you really give a damn? Can your perfect little world handle the messed up person i am? I begin to think not as i watch you squirm in your seat. Because you realize you can't get inside my head and i will never bow to your feet. Sadness, anger and confusion begin to radiate through my bones and it won't leave me alone unless this witch lets me handle this on my own. Screw you Mrs. Jones. You can't shrink my brain or pick at me anymore. Let your meaningless worries fall to the floor, because the second your questions get too personal, i'm walking out the door. I will travel a thousand miles to get as far away from you as possible. Your suffocation would be the reason i would need a mental hospital.