Doctor

Taking care of all these souls is not an easy job. Is like trying to remove the dust from a bunch of already cracked crystal glasses. Every second there is a high risk of breaking them, only by touching them. 

There's no other way... You love them all and you can't let them get lost in the misery. If only you could be able to remove all the spots that cover their beautiful petals, if only you could put a smile on their lips forever and erase those heavy tears, if only you could repair their hurt wings so that they can fly again carelessly...

But you can only look them in the eyes, open your heart, your special box of good advices and fairy words and show them how much you care from the bottom of your heart. You suddenly transform into their strongest pillar in their worst moments. You gladly offer them your shoulder if they need it, a helping hand and your entire support... Though... you wish they never needed all this. You wish their lives were flawless, cloudless, you wish they had a thousand reasons to smile and be happy... forever...

Far from reality, lost in all these dreams and hopes, you raise, look in the mirror: "What about your soul?..." 
You smile, take a deep breath and: "My soul? It can wait, even a lifetime. Don't worry..."