When you go to therapy, they don't even hesitate, asking you the first question, "how has your week been?"
They don't seem to understand that questions feel like reprimand, and that is why most have not it seen.
You walk in feeling apprehensive, walk out feeling non-inventive, knowing that you're done for the day.
Even though it's supposed to help, all it does is thrash and yelp, and make you feel like you want to decay.
YOU ARE READING
Where All Dawn Breaks - A Poetry Book
PuisiThis is a collection of poetry, both mine and not. If it was written by somebody else, credit will be given as possible.
