Stupid Things I've Said in Group Therapy
foot in the mouth syndrome
“Anti-depressants are for losers who are afraid to feel.”
The circle glares at me
as I try to pass cruelty
as enlightenment.
“Hearing your stories makes me realize
that I am not a freak.”
“I am better than all of you.”
My voice gets louder
when no one stops me.
“I don’t know why I’m here.
I’m fine.”
I say it again.
“I’m fine.”
Anger hates silence
and I need the room
to feel as jagged as I do.
“If I were you,
I’d kill myself.”
If I stop talking,
I might hear
what I am actually saying.
I am not fine
If I stop talking,
someone might answer.
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I want to clarify: the only things in this poem that I actually said are "hearing your stories makes me realize that I am not a freak" (was trying to say that I felt understood and these were my people) and "I'm fine" which obviously wasn't/isn't true---it's closer to true, but I am a work in progress.
The other statements were said to me by someone who needs therapy.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I have a lot of silly things (some dark things) inside my head, so I write them down. Sometimes they turn into poems.
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aren't we all freaks?