after I check in,
I’m already checked out
my body is present
but my mind’s out and about
I come here for help
yet receive anything but
reminders of when I’ve lost myself
like punches to the gut
when I think ‘therapy’
my heart rate tends to spike
when it comes to my wellbeing
nobody and I think alike
I’m listened to
but never heard
you watch my voice
but ignore every word
the times I’ve spoken
you’ve answered with silence
I’ve learned to keep to myself
in quiet defiance
exposing my wounds for help
but they’re left open
felt long after I leave
I’m still broken
