The Clinic

Here I am once again, foraging my emotions. “How are you feeling?” My psychologist asks. “I’m okay” I answer with not much thought. I’m surrounded by walls imprisoning those whose thoughts have laid deep within their subconscious. Except, I’m not in prison. My mind is. A rush of thoughts invades me as I remember the words “You’re not worth it”, “your life is a mess”, and “You are crazy”. They kick, bang and scream to escape these walls, but they can’t. I can’t control it. I feel a rush of anger and resentment spreading through my body from my legs to my mouth and I switch. I am a mess. I am crazy. 

~ Shantey Moabelo