**The Therapist**

She selected a smile and applied it insincerely. Obviously perfected over a while, And tried, she had clearly. The room smelt of pear drops in a brown paper bag, I was the object of her stare, Was she categorizing me as possibly mad ? She wasted no time in asking me questions, Her underwater voice made me sleepy. My whole life in highlights for 2 sessions, The tone of her voice was jolly, Discussing my life so melancholy. She was an intellectual challenge, and I was determined she would not beat me. I concentrated on my tone, spoke in steady rhyme, I awaited her response, and when it came I knew immediately I had wasted my time. She was promoting the social ideals I detest, Her idea of the worst people for me were the best. She made so many notes for so little said, I found her vacuous, Someone empty of emotions, So how the hell could she heal my head? When hers was full of curricular notions. The therapist taught me one thing though, Feelings are best kept secret, For us and us only to know.