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Showing posts with label cynicism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cynicism. Show all posts

Monday, January 24, 2011

Therapy

It doesn't matter if I feel it or not.
It's all about the paper work now,
No one asks me, "Whom did you help today?"
It doesn't matter if I healed or harmed,
As long as I write it correctly.

But now and then,
Just often enough to stimulate the reward centers in my cynical brain
Just often enough to keep the addiction to making a difference alive
I know.  And I feel it again.