Poetry

Psychologists are my friends (poem)

Psychologists are my friends.

When I am with them

I don’t have to pretend,

I don’t have to know

or remember

how to bend.

Psychologists see me into

simple, straight lines-

and hold no grudge

if I slow

or fall behind.

They do not judge me

if I stutter,

freeze, or move out

of time, but merely

smile palely,

scribble in their notebooks,

and tell me

“don’t worry Alex-

it’s absolutely fine.”

 

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