dripping down
a little bit too much
over the edge
squirming out
uncomfortablyshapeless
formless
without a sense of what's righti toss and turn
to make it disappear
please make it go away
...it's hurting me
to look at myselftense
release
again
and againhopefully it will work
and i don't have to frown
as soon as my shadow reflects
on the heated pavementor the mirror throws
beige colored
oversized
drops of myself
in my face.i don't even want to look around
the stares are killing me.
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THERAPY SESSION
Poetrybut what do you expect from a therapy session? poetry & prose