If it's therapeutic to get irritated by
everything
then I should be feeling better by now.
Take me off the list, Doctor
I've got 101 pieces of emotional evidence
that points towards the self-discovery
I've endeavoured-
Can it be over now?
Oh, sorry what I meant was-
Can I be over now?
It's not like I really have a therapist...
If I had one, I wouldn't feel the need to
write my feelings down
in various apps,
hoping they give me the answer I'm
looking for.
Tell me, Doctor
If a 16-year-old girl
with a mindset twice her age
writes 101 pages of teenage angst
is it considered an accomplishment?
Or is it considered over-emotional due to
the dramatized verses that find their
position on the page that can inflict the
most
impact
to the people who can relate?
What is the answer I want in my life?
fame, recognition,
love, support?
Someone to tell me that I helped them
because no one has done the same?
If I write more
will my emotions eventually coalesce
into a detailed, chemically-influenced
biography of my most important years?
Doctor,
I don't think you understand.
You could diagnose
my artistic expression
as substance abuse.
If the overindulgence in a
euphoric state
could be reason enough
to get thrown into rehab, then
I may as well walk myself over there.
If getting trapped in my head everytime
I think of something
even remotely unsettling
is abnormally insane,
then I should have a suite all to myself
in a psych ward by now.
So Doctor,
Call me up once you've found
the medicine
to fix me.
Because god knows I haven't.
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Blind Poets
PoesiePoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
