I don't want to go to therapy,
I want to stay at home,
And wallow in self-pity
And spend the night alone.
I'm not really all that sick.
I'm just fine,
Don't you see?
I don't need to waste my time,
Trying to find "the key".
I feel a little anxious,
My hands are shaking cold
But that's my "mental illness",
Or at least that's what I'm told.
I don't want to grin and bear it.
I don't want face my past.
I don't want these stupid memories to last and last and last.
I don't think this will really help,
But I'm forced again to try.
Therapy, oh stupid therapy
I wish for you to die.
Author notes
Social anxiety is the pits. Actually more written about my feelings towards going out than my general dislike for therapy. Because actually it's pretty fun sometimes...
Option 19
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This is kind of what my feelings about therapy were (I'm bipolar). I'm sorry if you're suffering, and I hope you feel better, and good luck in my contest.
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I don't want these stupid memories to last and last and last.I don't think this will really help,But I'm forced again to try.Therapy, oh stupid therapy I wish for you to die.a wonderful poem full of strong emotions that anxiety brings I can relate to your words good luck in the contest
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yeah, it is. This poem is very good. I think you have captured the feelings of many of us! It is never easy to try to fix something when we think "I'm not really all that sick." I have been there, and I wish you the best of luck!
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