Head Shrinking

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,

My mother.

And all the easting and ignoring

The weekends spent alone at home,

None of that hurt as much

As that realization.