Sandbox Social Worker

Thanks for sharing your precious right reality with me

Thanks for asserting my way as the wrong way

Thanks for seeing me as a fragile delicate flower 

Thanks for judging when you say: “What’s wrong with you?”

Thanks for listening and asking intrusively: “Why?”

Thanks for phony, especially the smile

Thanks for being my special friend, at least from nine to five

Thanks for your relentless protection, I might hurt myself

Thanks for inserting yourself into my life, like the gift you think you are

Thanks for nothing.

If you say sorry three times fast will you turn into a Princess?