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Genetically predisposed to be overtly critical of everything while also severely hindered by crippling social anxiety. I've never been to therapy nor a psychologist not even a mystic- and I know the last one's probably   a fraud: but the effort is, at least, somewhere near sincere. Adjacent, perhaps.   I might even be riddled and rotted through and through, by the experiences that have shaped my soul yet I know- that I still know nothing at all. If there's truth to my reality, and it's not some story I've concocted, then the reality is that I am simply me, and I have certainly NEVER... been to therapy.
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Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC
Therapy
Genetically predisposed to be overtly critical of everything while also severely hindered by crippling social anxiety. I've never been to therapy nor a psychologist not even a mystic- and I know the last one's probably   a fraud: but the effort is, at least, somewhere near sincere. Adjacent, perhaps.   I might even be riddled and rotted through and through, by the experiences that have shaped my soul yet I know- that I still know nothing at all. If there's truth to my reality, and it's not some story I've concocted, then the reality is that I am simply me, and I have certainly NEVER... been to therapy.
It certainly has been some time, huh? It ees what it ees.
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Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC
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