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Entering a room, my smile merges with a frown,
The needed help with wanted assistance, do I deserve this crown?
A mother figure sits behind the aging table,
Despite the label I wear, her voice makes me stable,
A waiting room, a chance to sit and reflect,
The reasons I'm here, I attempt to forget,
The lazy hand, the motivated feet that fail,
Do I deserve help if I stood and watch the boat of independence set sail?
My name is called; I stand with a head that continues to stare at the ground,
Lead down a hall way, jokes are all that I can create, my sound,
I try to hide the shame I wear, place on me and I allowed to stay,
The animal that stands still, for it was called the pray,
As I walk I try to wipe away the blood trail I leave behind,
However, know the next failure will, a path to find,
Pointing the way to go, follow the trail,
The acknowledgment that one aspect we continue to fail,
Tables are spread around, through the maze I make my way,
Noticing a piece of paper on each table, one that reads pay,
Above each table, the reminder of cause and affect,
Again the notion, do I deserve this help? I try to protect,
I hold it close knowing that a face will show,
The path to the exit, a single whisper of go,
Entering a room, my smile merges with a frown,
A caring job network consultant stands, I no longer look down.

Description
Entering a room, my smile merges with a frown,
The needed help with wanted assistance, do I deserve this crown?
A mother figure sits behind the aging table,
Despite the label I wear, her voice makes me stable,
A waiting room, a chance to sit and reflect,
The reasons I'm here, I attempt to forget,
The lazy hand, the motivated feet that fail,
Do I deserve help if I stood and watch the boat of independence set sail?
My name is called; I stand with a head that continues to stare at the ground,
Lead down a hall way, jokes are all that I can create, my sound,
I try to hide the shame I wear, place on me and I allowed to stay,
The animal that stands still, for it was called the pray,
As I walk I try to wipe away the blood trail I leave behind,
However, know the next failure will, a path to find,
Pointing the way to go, follow the trail,
The acknowledgment that one aspect we continue to fail,
Tables are spread around, through the maze I make my way,
Noticing a piece of paper on each table, one that reads pay,
Above each table, the reminder of cause and affect,
Again the notion, do I deserve this help? I try to protect,
I hold it close knowing that a face will show,
The path to the exit, a single whisper of go,
Entering a room, my smile merges with a frown,
A caring job network consultant stands, I no longer look down.