My therapist says I should do this and do that.
I say no.
And she says that’s exactly what’s wrong with me.
I disagree.
I’m mostly quiet
Secluded.
I prefer to keep to myself.
my thoughts.
My feelings.
My secrets.
They all belong to me.
My therapist says she can’t help me.
But that isn’t why I’m here.
Im here because people think somethings wrong with me.
But in reality.
They’re the problem.