It's my own

He asked her how many
times she had cried,
and she told him not many
but couldn’t look him straight in the eyes.

And it’s so hard to open up,
to this shrewd little man,
he can strip all her defenses,
like no makeup remover ever can.

And he wants to solve her.
And he wants to unfurl
all the reasons behind
this sad little girl.

But to tell all her tales
for him to jot down in his book,
is to leave her soul naked
to a strangers staring look.

So she’ll fight to her death
to keep her secrets still,
but he’ll tempt her with his gentle eyes
like no soft words ever will.

Her mother picked him out for her,
said he was the best there was.
She thinks he can cure her,
but maybe the only cure is love.

And they’ll never understand it,
all the things she does.
because they’ve never longed for
such a simple thing as she does.

He whispers soft promises,
repression is his scapegoat and fabrication is his game,
he wants to pick apart her faults
and label every one with a name.

So he can pin her picture on his wall-
just one more case he’s solved.
And then her mother can be happy again,
because her conscience has been absolved.

He smiles at her blank expression,
he ignores the sadness in her eyes.
He hands her her dosage, and sets another date,
and sends her off with beautiful lies.

And at the door he pats her shoulder,
he’ll fix her, he tells her as he sends her on her way,
so she’ll go out to battle the world for one more week,
before she comes back to this office to fight another day.