I went to the shrink yesterday
To figure out my situation
Not sure what I expected
From my one time session
Left me with darker thoughts
Perhaps that’s good
Left me with lots of guilt
Perhaps that’s to be expected
Shrink me to my soul dear doc
Shrink me to a wrap
Shrink me to a pill I take
To let me blow off the weight of my past
My head feels worse off
Though cleansed of inner demons
I feel more messed up
Than to be expected
I’m told that’s good
To find and uncover the truer self
Am I an onion?
Am I a slab of stone needing to be sculptured?
To dive deep
To talk
isn’t that cheap
It’s the actions that count
Shrink me to my soul dear doc
Shrink me to a wrap
Shrink me to a pill I take
Let me blow off the weight of my past
The clock ticks, the words spill
In a cacophony of thoughts
Some connected some not
Before I know it, my shrink says times up
I said I was just getting started
Feeling the rhythm of therapy
This ain’t so bad
Come back next week
To further the discussion
I have insight into your world
Will I submit to this stranger
My inner world of complexity and contradiction
Shrink me to the ABCs of my reality
Not so easy
It’s a process of months of years
Who has the time or interest to unlock the code
Isn’t it a stream of carefully laid out
Genetic blocks of proteins
Triggered by the nurture nature debate
Come by next week to discuss more
My door is always open
Just say the word
Is it ok, doc, if I’m late?