Therapist

You look at me with pity and fear
My questions answered with a question of your own
A straight answer never given

You run me in circles
Taking my money and my time
While further down I drown

I scream, I plead, I bare my soul
You stare back in cold detachment
After years of training, is this all you can do?

You can't understand
You've never been where I am
And yet you are supposed to be at the top of your field

The bell rings
Our session over
You collect your fee
Another session scheduled
Another game to play
You move on to the next tortured soul

Why did I keep returning?
At that time in my life you were my only hope

It's been fourteen years
Now, I play this game alone
I've picked up the pieces
I will be well
I will continue to fight on

BellaDonna

Written  1/3/00

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