Therapy

Therapy

Three sessions in she stopped
and looked at me,
head tilted,
closed
her fake leather folder
and admitted she was lost.

She didn’t know how
to help
or even what help
I wanted. Amidst a barrage
of half-confessions, excuses
and childhood stories,
she was ready to give up.

I won’t go again.
This woman
will never understand
who I am.
How can she,
when I change with each
new lie?