There have been times whereupon I thought you mad,
yet somehow you manage to reveal truth.
I'm grateful, but also surprised you've tolerated
my drunken psychobable antics
for six-ish years.
And in this span of time you know more about me
than perhaps my parents care to know.

I was afraid the several times
you tried to off yourself.
At the time, I couldn't fathom why anybody would.
I wrestled for quite sometime
about whether I would still feel the same way.

I'm glad to see you're loosening up.
I know you're not completely happy,
but you are at least content for the moment
which methinks is a big accomplishment for you.

You've taught me more than you realize;
mostly about holding on to small bits of sanity
so that I don't frequently snap
into an anxiety fueled hooligan
willing to go the way of Hendrix.

I can only hope that I do not let you down
in whatever shamantic visions you see for me.