Psychiatric ward.

The clinical psychologist genuinely thinks i am better.

I have made good progress.



I think i might have happily lived

another childhood if i hadn"t

been born me.

So i just agree.



The pain of being born different

is subdued by the drugs they give me.

So i just sit in their group forum and smile.

They watch me as i watch them.

Coexstensive togetherness,

and i have learned to say

what they want to hear.

So i say it.



"I promise to be good

and focus on the bad."



I move slightly on my seat cushion,

like the  weight of being born bad

is adjusted.

For now.



I smile,

hands clasped.


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