Talk About Shrinks

You know i want to talk about shrinks(therapist)specifically all the bull crap they cause.
All the lies they ever told about confidentiality and how they would be there in the worst
to hold your hand.They seemed like god cause they knew what youd say before you said it.They helped you put those bad thoughts in a box and lock them away,They were good at playing god and they liked it to.Too bring a women out of catatonia was a miracle.To protect a depressed individual from themselves made you a hero.
The key word in all this is you.You and i were chosen to meet back and forth in a tiny room with a sofa a shelf full of self help books and psychology. A clock that went tick tock tick tock from morning till noon.Here.Your questions went towards me. Your mind in the opposite direction.You had a happy four year old at home instead you were at work hearing people sob.
Sir did you need a psychology book to spell the word compassion.Three months from now youd have me fooled into thinking you were the one i could hold onto.And perhaps it seemed sometimes you did care.Flash forward ten years.I saw you in the grocery store the other day.You didnt even say hi and when i stopped you you had forgotten my name.Im no longer your patient but thats a shame.We spent  moments together. bonding and keeping secrets from parents and now this.It makes you feel as if  your in a room thats dark and cold.Then the darkness starts to suck you in and you can do nothing else not even slow it pulling you in.This is what alone is this is thyself

Copyright © Tifarrah Miller | Year Posted 2013

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