Honest TherapyA Poem by BrookeThe Therapist says if I
want to be crazy, that’s my own choice, it’s all about willpower,
not medication--in this world, you either go crazy or watch
those around you do the same; your choice. Ah, Celina! If only sitting on my couch was
wholesome for you! If only insanity was an art form. That way I wouldn’t have
to waste time trying to cure you. The Therapist says I have
the anchored eyes and the steady hands one typically connects
with mental health and normalcy. An act for
attention--that’s what he believes my condition
is. He believes I should
develop a twitch, start smashing chairs against the wall, become hyper-sexual if
I’m that confident I am absolutely in- sane. If your symptoms don’t blatantly manifest, why
don’t you just go on hiding them? The Therapist would like
to know how frequently the voices visit me. The Therapist believes if
a person repeats, “I am not crazy”, enough times, the insanity will go away
on its own. Sorry Celina, that’s all the time we have. Give
the 200 dollars to Constantine on your way out. No Celina, I am not prescribing any medicine right
now. You’re fine. Smile. I am not crazy, I am not
crazy, I am not crazy. © 2014 Brooke |
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