Analysis Of The Therapist Therapy

She was there to psycho analize the pencil pushing top notch therapist, positioned at the far end of the table staring at us the basket case the class clown and the jack in the box. She has come to direct us the misfits the one's with misplaced anger the degenerate children who's pollutes her class with profanities. We are to believe that in this little room anything goes and that we can build relationships She the soul searcher, here to save us when no one else would or could wants to know what makes us tick what makes us do the things we do She the mind healer the pill popping junky who perpetrates as if she doesn't have any problems dissecting us on a character sheet here to discover the source of our teenage rebellious behaviors we have seen her kind to many times tight suited egotistical guides hiding behind their work We thinks she's an octopus reaching out with her fake open handiness to change what has always been odd She my mothers snitch who schedules private meetings with our parents to discuss our progress in which to be congratulated for She performs giving us exercises hoping to stop us from the pulling trigger on what makes us self destructive I'm just smirking at her as she convinces herself that she's in control of her life crossing her legs and looking over her glasses ending the session with mental homework but I know she's going home the divorcee to fight with her kids wishing she had taken more notes Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 12:19 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10