I am Poetry

Therapy, A Letter To My Feelings

Dear Feelings,

My sister needs therapy more than me.

Therapy costs too much for the both of us.

So I sit here and try to make you make sense

While I choke you to death because you seem wrong.

People are supposed to be Happy.

I haven't seen him in a long time.

Also, what's with getting attached to that one person?

I thought we agreed you would be quiet and suppressed.

Yet here we are.

And here we stand.

You just can't leave me alone.

You make me suffer.

You make me say things that lead to Sadness and me awake at three a.m. wondering why I'm not good enough.

Why she is better than I am.

You want me to force things I can barely fathom the greatness of in my mind.

You want something that can't be made, like I can't make you be silent.

You make me want to claw you out of my soul until I am no more.

You make me want to cry until Pity comes and all of you leave.

You make Pain my best friend.

You want me to let you all out.

And I just want

To

Let

Go.

Sincerely, Me, your screwed up human container