Am I Ok???

I am not your guinea pig...

No, my dear, I am not.

To experiment and be stretched out...

Pinned down on wooden boards.

For you to explore the delicate intricacies of my mind......

To medicate and judge.

Devouring my childhood, adolescent memories,

Stomping on them, analyzing them...

Rather than being supportive, 

Ask whether I am ok??

Whether I mentally kill myself a hundred times

You say that I am in denial.

You with your Freudian bullshit...

My dear is not worth my time.