Therapy at its Finest

If I’m sad at all these days
It’s that I didn’t know this before
The sparkle and shine of it all
And how much nicer the view can be
From the other side of this window

And now I question every reality check
I was given on that couch
Those couches
Where even the carefully planned lighting
Made me twist uncomfortably in my skin.

I guess there really is no formula
No medicated way to erase all the lines
I drew for myself back then
But dammit if I didn’t try
To hide out in the shadow of missing the mark completely

Until you came into focus
Dancing across the boundaries
And conquering cities with your happy grin
And now, I’d like to tell those clipboards
Just how wrong they were about the ups and downs of it all.


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