The therapist

The Psychotherapist has his own power play
controlling you by playing on your feelings
and you need him to make your day.
He is making you feel bad
so he can rule you
but he promise 
nothing
Just cashing in 
his money from the state
day after day
he sits in his dungeon 
waiting like a spider
for his victim
Sucking them dry
of life
giving them some
comfort to dull their pain
And after 12 years of talking
we both know it wont be better
but he will cash in about 150000 dollar
put them in the sawmill he bought last
year while I will stay poor
and lonely a still without solving
or releasing me from the
anxiety that I carry like a millstone 
tied to my neck

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

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Posted in #blogg100, Black, March 2014, Poem, Poetry

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