Dr. Minimizer

he's there to help me -
but often,
he doesn't.

when i tell him where it hurts,

he tells me why it shouldn't.                        

apparently, 

i've been doing my whole life

wrong.

hell -

I could have told him that.

(& kept my $80. bucks!)

but 

he holds

the magic wand

that writes the scripts

that help me keep my 

balance.

this is an illness

of which he has no understanding -

his lack of compassion

has made that crystal clear.

in winter

when i feel my worst, 

he tells me i'm wasting those 3 months of my life,

like it's some kind of goddamn choice.

he has no idea                                                                                             

how difficult this is;

judgement slides down his nose & lives

in his meticulously groomed goatee.

again,                                                                               

i'm not cut out for this world.

if it were up to me,

i'd waste the remaining months as well.