Therapy - Poem by Carolyn Vuletic
My shrink made me draw a rose bush today
and I felt five
she asked me if it had roses on it?
I didn't say anything i just looked at her strangley
The cough syryp was still making me woozy, and I was convinced she thought I was doing drugs again.
I tried to explain that the cough syryp affected my spelling and made me look kinda high.
She didn't say anything, and I think that made the situation worse.
I attempted a real hearty chesty, cough, showing her I had bronchitis, I weezed and coughed and splattered all through our session.
She asked me more than once if I wanted water.
Whilst I drew my rose bush, I felt she was analyzing my behaviour, when in fact, I was innocent.
I couldn't meet her eyes or tell her, the only reason I was so sick was because I had stopped smoking.
It didn't matter though, and drew more roses on my rose bush.
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