Therapy; The First Session

by Kayla   Dec 10, 2009


"The room was spinning
My taste buds were on fire
My eyes were watery
And I was tired.
So, tired..."
Has anyone ever told you
It's going to be okay
When you were thinking
Just the opposite?
Happens to me all the time.
Have you ever had to talk to a fake?
A fake, meaning someone who said,
I love you
I care about you
I want you to be safe
I will always be there for you.
A fake, meaning
A
Doctor
Therapist
Social Worker
Child Protection Worker
Psychologist
Counselor
No matter what the name
They always find a way to make
Me feel like sh*t.
As I tell you this,
You look at me as if I made you
Uncomfortable.
As you realize my hate for you
As you realize there's a chance you can't help me
As you realize I'm a lock without a key
I always said I was fine,
I was okay.
But talking to you, is making me realize
I've been lying to myself.
I'm not okay,
And I'm not sure things might ever be.

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