Tripping Down Memory Lane: In the Office



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