I Send My Therapist To Therapy

He said, take a seat over there to the couch.
And tell me all your worries and woes.
Tell me what is bothering you,all your problems.

And I promise I’ll help the best I can.
Just please have hope.
For the mood slowly develop.

But the exchange after I finish speaking.
People were curious,occasionally peeking.
He said, I am sorry to tell you these news in the well.

In the meantime, you went out of your outer shell.
But I may be unable to help.
I never really thought I’d see.

Somebody as messed up as you can be.
I may not be of any help to you.
For you may have a loose screw.

He said,sit back down.
I know what you are thinking with that frown.
You see now,I send my therapist to therapy alone.

I feel safer alone in my home.
But he said,you are messed up well.
You can’t feel swell.

As tears swelled up in my eyes.
He said,I’m sorry but I thought I’d never see.
A case as bad yours can be.

I am the one who needs help now.
Met his gaze with a frown.
And I fiddled with my gown.

He tells me,I am sorry for what I can be.
But I can’t understand what you need me to be.
Do I need to comfort you well?

Or should I put you back in your outer shell?
The tears swell up in your eyes, I know.
But I can’t help you ,for now I need help.

Worries all used to melt.
But I can’t handle the problems you experienced or held.
I’m so messed up I send my therapist to therapy.