Author: Alessandra Lee PM
I was eight when I started seeing a psychologist. When I was sixteen, I realized it wasn't about what I thought was wrong with me, but what my mother thought was wrong with me.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 102 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-06-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2761202
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When I was eight
I didn't know what it meant
To be seeing a shrink.
We played board-games
And we must have talked,
But I don't remember it.
By the time I was thirteen
I was certain of my insanity,
Sure that, somehow, I was broken.
At sixteen, when I started refusing to go,
I knew that I was odd
But completely functional.
The ones who couldn't deal with it
Were my parents,
And all the easting and ignoring
The weekends spent alone at home,
None of that hurt as much
As that realization.