The day my mother sat me down and
Told me
"Darling, we're having someone over"
I didn't know what a
Therapist was
Mother told me it was someone I
Could talk to and
Have my problems solved but
I did not think I had these
"Problems"
You told me about
But things always
Change
Don't they?
But mama
Why can't I hold hands
With another girl
Why did my teacher
Call home
Why did I get
Yelled at in the hallways for
"PDA"
When I just wanted to
Hold someone's hand?
My Mother told me
My therapist could help with
My "anxiety"
(I didn't even know what that word meant)
And so I didn't want it
Years later I would go back and
I would know what it meant
And I would have asked for it
Because I finally needed
Help.
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"untitled" - A life in poems
PoetryI refuse to let my family read this, but hey, why not all of you? . . . I've been wanting to post this for a while. This was my English final, in which I wrote 18 poems detailing 18 important points in my (then 18) years of life. Most of these are...
