A smile is worth a million words.

Yet, you can not see behind hers.

Through all the anguish and despair,

She holds her head in the air.

Although the tissue has been removed,

She yearns to be soothed.

But, won't weep to extended hands 

Instead, bows remorsefully before the man.

The will is undone.

The lords gift a pun.

Sold her soul to the enemy.

Forever stained with the memory.

All she needed was counselor.

Someone to guide her.

Rather than, "You'll be a stastic on a chart",

She should have been told, "God has blessed you with his art" 

I love philosophy. 

Aiding others makes me merry.

I want to be a Counseling Psychologist,

so that person is incompetent.