Reluctant Patient

Many of you already know that my mom was an insane and brutal woman. She didn't really allow us to have a childhood. As a result, my teenage and early adult years were a disaster; numerous clashes with the law, drug and alcohol abuse and fighting.  I’ve gone through a ton of counseling and done the best I could to deal with my issues. I ended up loving therapy and all it did for me, but I didn't feel that way in the beginning…

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Reluctant Patient

You can shove

That box of tissues

Where even

Freud can’t find it

I won’t need them

I’m only here

Because the court

Said I had to be
And now you want

To try and save

Something

That shouldn’t be

And try to reach

The child within me

Or so you say

As you sit there

Looking at me

Over the top

Of those ridiculous glasses

Almost at the tip

Of your nose

You want me to talk

About it

But all I can do

Is smell the

Pain and anger
Of a thousand people

Soaked up

By the Wallpaper

And feel the humidity

From the weeping

Of the last person

Who sat in this tattered

Second hand store chair

During the previous hour

That of course

Wasn’t an hour

But only 50 minutes


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