put your life in a stranger’s
hands who pretends to listen and
understand and you’ll be sorry. Your

head will be torn off and put
on backwards. They want you
to see things from behind. They love

to analyze, dissect you like the frog in
biology class. They’ll stir up your anguish
insecurity and rue before the bill is due. “Tell me

about your feelings” while they’re looking up
at the ceiling wondering what’s for dinner. “Tell me
about your mother” while they take a mental note

of the other patient who comes after you. Eying
the clock as they always do.  You fill their pockets
while they feed your head with enough **** that

you’ll wish you were dead. They all want to *******,
and get in your pants. Some will, if given
the chance. You’ll never go forward

.back looking by –
There’s a box of tissue in every office because
they make you cry. The problem isn’t you;
it’s them. They’re like a cough loaded with phlegm.