The Squad Therapist
He's the life of the party.
The care free one, The caring one,
The one who listens, the one who comforts,
The one who makes everyone happy.
He’s always there for his friends
Whenever they call at odd hours to pour out their troubles.
He carries the secrets of so many people.
All locked away never to be uncovered.
He has so many cares,
He has so many troubles,
He has so many doubts,
He has so many fears.
There's no one he can vent to.
No one that can listen.
He, the rock that so many turn to cry,
Has no one to encourage him.
Everyone believes he’s okay.
"He’s our squad Therapist, He should be fine".
But with so much pent up in his heart,
He still smiles.
Everyday, he fights a lost battle in his mind.
Everyday, the battles are worse than the previous day.
After putting smiles on so many faces,
He can’t even get out of his own depression.
So, Yes, He’s not fine.
He needs someone to cry on as well,
He needs someone to talk to,
He needs someone to ask if he’s okay.
Can you do that for him?
