entranced by my psychologist
I wondered at her phraseology
ten words into my diaphora
she instantly knew
came at me with pointed
questions I could see the intentions to
I stumbled
preparing another plan of attack
then thought
how about I make **** up
voices I have heard voices
she seemed uncaring like
she had heard this a hundred times
asked how do I think of my mother
father siblings do we converse
I asked her back the same questions
then started in
you seem to be attentive to the **** things
sweet pea
you squirm
fidget
nothings wrong
I see
are you ok
her face grew a bit perspiry
and then three thugs rushed in
and I was  bound
I had no idea
she had a
panic button