Why Me
Sometimes the anger lies so close to the surface
Sometimes I feel like screaming in the night
This is what corrections has done for me
I’m cynical, distrusting and have little emotion
Why did I, a fairly nice person and a good man
Take on a career that destroys so very much
Always hiding my feelings, showing no emotions
This is the job that I worked over half my life?
Why oh why dear God was I chosen for this
The sadness, the sorrow of humanity to see
But then I remember some good things
The closeness, the brotherhood, the feeling so free
We lived the fullest, not knowing how long we’d live
You’d risk your life for a person you only knew
Through this work, no first name, no personal knowledge
Just knowing it was a brother Officer, some one in dire need
Just run, not walk to the trouble, for it might have been me
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