The Quiet Session Poem by annonymous lost

i will not talk to you

i will not say the things you want so you can help

all i will do is think like i do all the time

you start by saying hello and i walk in and sit down

you hate doing this over again so this time you say how are you

i shrug you grunt and we continue with staring

my life would make a great reality show don't you think

you laugh and say why

'teen drama' would be posted everywhere

comments such as 'whatta freak' or 'poser' on the web

news stories bout teens and cutting

you would be a millionaire if you started this show

you laugh

to bad you cant hear this though

I'm not talking

and you stare at me blankly without knowing what i just thought

you seem to chuckle as if you read my mind

but you sneeze

thank god, i wanted to be the only 'freak'

you ask another question, this time i don't hear

i shrug again, you stare at the clock

i do to wishing the same thing, for this to end

10 more minutes

i think some more this time about dinner

no one ever cooks around the house these days

so i decide not to eat, again

2 more minutes left

but you cant wait any longer

'session is over' you said

i leave, i only say one word through out those sessions...'bye'.