Therapist Eyes
It's those therapist eyes
that I've learned to despise...
as they penetrate straight to the heart.
Always pushing... and prying...
patiently trying...
to get you to fall apart.
It's those therapist eyes
with their sympathetic guise...
gazing deep inside your soul.
Always watching... and waiting...
continually baiting...
to get you to lose control.
Run and hide
from those therapist eyes...
never let them see quite to the core.
Keep running...
keep hiding...
keep desperately trying...
not to look at those eyes anymore.
Copyright © 2002 Suzanne
Maybe I should have named this one "Paranoia." : ) Fortunately for my son, I finally realized that it's sometimes necesary to stop and take a good look at the big picture- even if that means that we sometimes have to risk taking a long hard look at some of our own insecurities along the way. I'm happy to say that I no longer make it my entire life's goal to avoid those therapist eyes. In fact, sometimes I even welcome that sparkle of hope... and success... that I see when our eyes meet now, and as we talk about where we've been... and where we're headed now. I'm sure that we still have a long way to go before our work together is finished... but as life gets easier... and as my son continues to heal... I'm no longer afraid to let my son's therapist see what's inside my heart. I guess that means that I'm no longer paranoid. : )
