Medical School (Adolescence) Poem by Jeff Rushton

Medical School (Adolescence)



You are your own plastic surgeon
We are all cut, sliced, gashed and burned
The only person that can heal those wounds is you
It takes time, effort, pain, humiliation, and love
But in the end all that is left is the memory of an ugly scar that is now a perfect specimen
Nobody is impressed with scars unless they have been healed and show no more
Stop hurting yourself and Start healing.

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