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'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i've had the experience too, seeing a social worker is not easy or fun at all...well done... lc