Because you think me clever, you sit there and judge me. Yet you are, “The Professional”. You should not be judging me at all! Vulnerable, I await, hoping fir some sort of remedy, shunned, you give me nothing at all.
She spoke but no one heard, every scream seemed a whisper, and so she took pen to paper…
Because you think me clever, you sit there and judge me. Yet you are, “The Professional”. You should not be judging me at all! Vulnerable, I await, hoping fir some sort of remedy, shunned, you give me nothing at all.