The Residential Unit

I said this out loud

Believe it or not

Once, in a hospital

That time forgot

Back then I was sick

And definitely tired

As all my issues

Felt pretty hard wired

The poor therapist

Didn’t know where to look

As she scribbled about me

In her hard backed book

The room fell silent

Apart from one boy

Who looked up and smiled

And I jumped for joy

Someone finally understood me

Somebody else felt my pain

So we went and smoked cigarettes

Until group therapy started again

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Group Therapy

I’m
glad
you
find
it
helpful

But I
certainly
do not

What’s
the
point
in
telling
tales

When
you’ve
already
lost
the
plot?

(Originally Posted 19.05.2020)