Letter To A Shrink Poem by Holly Jamestone

I need to know you’re listening
You’d know me in a crowd
That you may be on meds yourself
Or sometimes cry aloud

I look into your vacant eyes
And want to see my pain
Not looks designed for broken minds
Or borderline insane

Cardboard character nodding
Jotting down my woes
Pigeonholing shattered thoughts
And pathways lined with lows

No DSM nor borderline
Nor lithium or sleep
Will know despair of fragile hearts
And demons which we keep

Moving lips and bobbing heads
Psychiatry in slow motion
Thoughts derailed and poisonous ways
Electrode locomotion

Don't ask me how that makes me feel
With disingenuous stare
Don't parrot what you say to all
Or serve me Wednesday's fare

(3-2014)
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