“Why do you think you hate yourself?”
I hate that I cannot answer that question.
I avert my eyes and avoid the topic.
“Why does a fox gnaw its own leg off?”
I feel trapped, at all times,
So I squirm in my seat
And watch as she writes something
To reaffirm the diagnosis
That was decided the moment I sat down
And crossed my arms.
Body language will tell too much
If you are not careful.
Deception requires practice
To weave every layer into the perfect fabric
That is both attractive&durable.