i am my own therapist
i over charge
over analyze
over compensate
for the things
that are broken inside

my therapist says
i have unresolved issues
from my childhood
my therapist says
i have not been the same
since my dad died
my therapist says
a lot of things
but i choose to ignore him
because between me and him
i know
he is a quack

my therapist
lies awake at night
staring at the ceiling
looking for answers
in the popcorn textures
my therapist
sits alone
all of the time
pining away for love
he doesn’t deserve
my therapist
is an idiot a fool
a false poet
false prophet
false person
false personality

at least freud
the fraud
had a crippling cocaine addiction
to excuse his ramblings
my therapist
doesn’t even have
the good sense
to battle addiction

but me

i am my own therapist
i over charge
over analyze
over compensate
for the things
that are broken inside