i
want
to
h a t e you.
i really do,
i suppressed the urge to jump out my seat,
and never speak to you again.
"tell me how you're feeling,"
she'd said desperately when i hadn't answered.
that was simple,
i
feel
like i want to
d i e.
but instead, i shrugged.
i glared at her,
"why do you care?"
that threw her for a loop
because therapists and counsellors were all the same,
they don't care.
just like everyo n e else,