To my psychiatrist
doctor tell me, what do you see
what do you see when you look at me
am I just another patient
just another case
just another name without a face
you just write me a prescription and go on your way
not even listening to what I have to say
one day I’m borderline, the next I’m depressed
you give me some Valium so I can get some rest
sedating me won’t get rid of my pain
and it won’t stop the hurt from returning again
I know that you don’t have a lot of time
but I also know that you can’t read my mind
a 5 minute chat every time that I call
isn’t going to help me much at all
underneath this mask that I wear
is a real person who needs to know that you care
I need to know that there is hope for me
that maybe someday I’ll be medication free
I don’t expect you to hold my hand
but I need you to try and understand
I just want to have a normal life
I want to become a mother and wife
most of my problems stem from my past
and once I work on these
I’ll be free at last
I can hold an intelligent conversation
I understand what is happening in the nation
don’t diagnose me from a book on your shelf
please don’t classify me with everyone else
I’m not crazy, stupid or slow
I probably know more than some doctors know
I’m going to finish college and get a PHD
I’m going to make it, you wait and see
I need your help now if I’m going to survive
I need your help now to stay alive
so if you’ll just help me a little bit
I know together we can conquer this
Therapy Bits 