Plucking up the yellow strings on your pillow
I know my fingers are glistening with sweat
But I’m not anxious
Don’t tell me I’m anxious
As I wring my fingers on my jeans And peel my nails from the skin
Don’t tell me That I’m anxious Let’s just forget and begin again
The scars Covering my body Make my skin appear like a fabric
But I cover them with more cloth Because what you can’t see Can’t hurt you. Right?
“That’s not really funny is it? It’s quite serious but you’re laughing.”
“Yes, but I can’t feel those feelings anymore, I’m just trying to keep the endless time passing.”
As my eyes are blurry As I drag my vision across the room To the clock To your plain turtleneck and blazer
If I don’t know what’s wrong How can I fix it? My body takes the load from my mind.
You can’t win in therapy On that green little couch If you stuff all your worries Behind
Open a window Let the stuffy mold out Cry about the pain Don’t grip it in a pout
“How many psychologists does it take to change a lightbulb?”
Only one, But it has to Want To CHANGE.