Full of sickness

The smell swarmed

Anger started to rise

As everything begun it may have been a place of anger

But most had much hope

The sense of tradgy spread upon day to day as an odd smell filled the air

As you walked from area to area

The mood had changed but changes of joy…

Those were uncommon

A place I know to be helpful

A place I have been grateful for

But all it brings me is sadness

I come here a lot to search for help

But all I see is people

People in need of help

I want to help people like me one day

I want to be strong for them when they cant be strong for themselves

I want to be a doctor

To save people like me...