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.