Why do I feel like a lie?
Why do I keep asking myself questions I already know the answer to.
It began... "I guess it's the idea I have in my mind, my mindset."
I broke off, and resumed being. Yes being.
"I guess if I don't accept why I'm like this, then I won't have to live in such a deep hole..."
I saw her scribble empty words on her notepad, then type something into the computer.
She put a smile on her face, while I wiped away my tears.
"Seems like time is up, honey."
Great, another mindless exchange of words.
She typed one last thing, and bent her knees, ever so slightly to support herself.
"Goodbye." I mumbled dully.
Then she shooed me out the door, not one piece of my sanity was put back together.
I can still remember that, I really care about, you fake smile she wiped away as the door closed.
its weird how just translating my mind into words, and speaking them to people who don't really care can change something.
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The point of view is a patient in therapy.
Yeah I know its weird, I was trying to talk about how little therapists really care, but even though that don't care, and Thai know they don't care... Talking helps.
Lol bye
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PoetryWARNING: this book is very unorganized, not well written, and a lot of the poems in here are shit c: oki thanx Poetry/ thoughts by: Cassidy Trent. A complication of my original poems and thought. All of these were written by me: Cassidy Trent If you...
