Therapy

Set the table and arrange the whips
No mercy as I am lashed and I weep
How many times,will I ever get to learn?
The burden is heavy and for relief my soul yearns

But its my own long lonely mysterious road
Why should I think they will have the navigation map?
Switching me back to survival instead of ghost mode
Blindly trusting I fell for the trap


Now carefully I select all my words
Any mention of my truth diminishes my worth
The long gaze of confusion and torment
Communicating the unspoken but present judgment

Weakened, with my little strength I will carry my cross
Not handing it to any make believe helper I come across
Bearing alone all that life and living throws as me
As silence is the new form of therapy!