What I Wish I could Tell a Therapist

M.E.M.

I know therapy would help,

It would unburden me

of all my dark thoughts and self-critiques.

But then I would have to kill them.

 

It’s nothing against the therapist—

I know they have a code.

I am the keeper of my own secrets.

No one can use your secrets against you

if you never share them.

 

I would like to tell my therapist

about my relationship with my mother

and how I desperately don’t want it to turn

into the one she has with her own.

 

I would talk about my lack of connection to religion,

and how I’m baffled by my extended family’s faith;

and I believe in a higher power that answered to no name—

a quiet watcher over life.

 

I’d tell my therapist how I have yet to find a full-time job,

and how companies don’t care if you have a degree—

they want people with years of experience,

but I can’t get years of experience

without a degree first.

It’s a double-edged sword if I ever saw one.

 

My therapist would not judge.

They would not give me homework.

They’d let me express what I can’t to my parents—

because if I did, they’d only worry about me,

which is the last thing I want.

 

Having a therapist would be nice,

but then I’d have to kill them

Because letting someone else know me that well is dangerous.

  • Author: M.E.M. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 8th, 2025 11:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: I WOULD NOT ACTUALLY KILL A THERAPIST! Just putting that out there incase anyone thinks this is literal: it’s not. Created: 5/7/25 | Finalized: 5/8/25 I do not need emotional advice, but comments are welcome.
  • Category: Reflection
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