Dear, Mr. Therapist

About not wanting to let anyone get close to you, and how it interferes

Don’t try to shrink my head; this is a game you just can’t win
We’ll go back and forth for days, just to start all over again
See the fact of the matter is, I already know what’s wrong
So all your “helpful” strides are just the same old song
I know why I act how I do; I know why I make my mistakes
If you can’t fix the problem, than why would I raise the stakes
Is telling you my life story, really going to solve anything
Or just give another person, the rights to my puppet strings
Agreeably I have trust issues, rationally can you blame me
You seem no nobler than the rest, so understand my insecurity
I have no faith in mankind, so how am Ito have faith in you
I don’t want to waste your time; I just fear you won’t get through
Please excuse the directness, I just want to explain my point of view
I don’t think you can heal me, and so I bid our sessions adieu