Session #1

You cant understand it, this feeling gnawing at my psyche;

this hateful urge; deep, reckless, and unwilling.

Where this devil spawned, sure enough in the recesses of my memories;

I fell deep within this cage, locked within tyranny.

We have these chats, casual conversations with my devil friend;

he tells me to do things, -- sly ignorant notions; Sin.

Yet this is no Adam and Eve, no snake with slithering words,

but myself the demon, a mental curse.

Society has a plethora of opinions, you doctors just prod and dig;

schizophrenic, bipolar, depressed, or just a teen thats pissed.

Pissed off at all the world, its people and their ideas;

presumptuous...or maybe just corruption erupting assumptions; ideal.

So should I fall in line, and put my mind in a comatose haze,

kill my uniqueness, and just slide into a societal glaze?

I agree with my demon, no contest, I wont fall into that dogma...

Well son. Next time lets talk about your family; you know, your childhood. I'll schedule a follow up.

 

 

Author's Note

If you get the premise, then I'm grateful. I want to make these "sessions," represent a boy seeing a psychologist and through poetic prose. None of this was planned; I have no brainstorming process. Just flowing thoughts riding the cloud of a random concept.