Session


I sit here and talk to you.
Why are you writing things down?
Your walls frighten me.
They say the color yellow is supposed to calm you
I don't feel calm.
Your pictures are wrapped in a white frame
I can see you have a degree in psychology.
HELP ME!
You start to write again, Your notepad looks worn out
This room smells like cinnamon.
Why did they put fluorescent lights in your office Dr?
Am I under interrogation?
I like this room.
Your desk has a cup of black pens swimming inside of it.
I bet the ink is blue.
The carpet is a muddy brown, it looks uncomfortable
I don't want to lay on it. Don't make me
I'm Anxious, I'm Tired,
No I don't do drugs, No I don't drink
I'm lying
Can you please help me?
I thought this session would make me better.
Dr. I am an addict, An emotional junkie
I need your guidance
PLEASE HELP
Your Session is Over.

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