Wasted Therapy

Therapy didn’t work for me It was like thousands of branches from a tree Therapy was a morbid curse This repetitive syndrome made me worse It made perfect sense to my analysts head But wasn’t time well spent and left me tense It just raped my mind and left me behind More backwards threats than forward steps I don’t know why it didn’t help Intentions were good but just wasn’t felt Maybe I needed therapy after therapy Although a constant supply might be wasted on me Now for the conclusion of the brain intrusion If it works for you and you believe it’s true Stops you being sad and feeling bad Then who am I to say otherwise about this clever disguise Am I beyond help? Or need things more clearly spelt Maybe I need to find my own way Or am I cursed and my pains here to stay