Wallflower

You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

Hello my bright eyed bushy tailed intern whom I have decided to hoist onto a pedestal where you cannot realistically maintain this idealized image I have of you without shattering my complete(ly misplaced) faith and adoration in you and thus cause irreparable damage to my already very fragile mental health that will lead to my eventual suicide. Which you will inevitably blame yourself for because you want to save everyone and you want to make me proud but you can't possibly do both because I'm forcing you into a corner you didn't ask to be in. And you're nothing like me so I'm going to leave you with a ghost that is going to haunt the house you will live in and the place you will work in and where you will save lives in and watch people die in and my picture will adorn the wall of everyone who couldn't be saved. And whether I know this or not, I'm going to leave you to fill my shoes and on one no good and very bad day they're going to lead you to the edge of the rooftop and you're going to feel my hand on your shoulder one more time.