Psychologists From Hell Poem by alisha gonzales

Psychologists From Hell



numb to the expressions of the outside world
for years of exile
in my lonely dark room
i wait collecting tears
afraid to cry
darkness and time can solve your problems
psychologists have not risen from hell yet
Will i survive
visions of many eyes looking at me?
i shut myself away
a stranger with a door key i tell them i am just visiting

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