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I want her license revoked, it's my new life's mission. The therapist keeps staring at me and noting stuff in her diary. "An opportunity" is what one of her notes read, I wonder what that might mean. As far as therapy goes, I don't think she's up to this task. I too didn't have a choice, it was either therapy or jail. But If I could tell the future, I would have dashed back to my cell. I tried selling my dream to be free, Instead, I ended up in another form of hell. My psychic was a fraud, I'm coming for her soon after my probation. This is all a waste of time, I could be plotting my revenge. Yet I'm stuck in peculiar room, exposed to another human opinion. I'm not therapy's biggest fan. I don't get the concept of paying to be told what I already know But Sharon here seems different, She looks like she needs therapy herself. She has this crazed look in her eyes. Like she's brewing a horror script, and I'm the dumb helpless character. A few days in therapy have done more damage than jail ever could. I don't know how or when- but I've begun to feel a strange pull toward Sharon. I pick up on her signals like sniffer dog- She blinks to tell me she loves me- And ask me questions to get to know me better. I've fallen- Fallen into an abyss, At the bottom, deaths warm embrace awaits.
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 2:41 AM UTC
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I want her license revoked, it's my new life's mission. The therapist keeps staring at me and noting stuff in her diary. "An opportunity" is what one of her notes read, I wonder what that might mean. As far as therapy goes, I don't think she's up to this task. I too didn't have a choice, it was either therapy or jail. But If I could tell the future, I would have dashed back to my cell. I tried selling my dream to be free, Instead, I ended up in another form of hell. My psychic was a fraud, I'm coming for her soon after my probation. This is all a waste of time, I could be plotting my revenge. Yet I'm stuck in peculiar room, exposed to another human opinion. I'm not therapy's biggest fan. I don't get the concept of paying to be told what I already know But Sharon here seems different, She looks like she needs therapy herself. She has this crazed look in her eyes. Like she's brewing a horror script, and I'm the dumb helpless character. A few days in therapy have done more damage than jail ever could. I don't know how or when- but I've begun to feel a strange pull toward Sharon. I pick up on her signals like sniffer dog- She blinks to tell me she loves me- And ask me questions to get to know me better. I've fallen- Fallen into an abyss, At the bottom, deaths warm embrace awaits.
My Hell Their Circus Track 8
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 2:41 AM UTC
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