Tomorrow you leave,
so soon!
too soon?
months of laying on couches ahead.

"Tell me about your childhood"
"How did that make you feel"

You're always quick to take blame,
when it should be at the feet
of the gameplayers,
the nay-sayers
the ones that trickle poison,
trawling their filthy twitching nets
in the hope of catching a morsel
to feed their burgeoning egos.
While they frig in hateful darkness
happily inflated by another ruined soul.