"You're doing so much better"
she said
with a plastic smile
upon her face
we both stopped
and thought
for a minute
about the
weekly visits
we'd had
once upon a time
.
"You've grown up a lot"
she said
and sighed
probably remembering
me as the shy
trembling child
I'd been
years past
.
"I knew you'd grow out of it"
she said
as if my past was
just a
phase
stage
my childish problems
resolved
as I move through adolescence
.
I looked at her
and smiled
closed-mouthed
nodded my head
turned around
and left the office
.
She waved goodbye
convinced that
I was cured
that I'd never
have to sit
there in her office
again
.
I wished
she'd asked
the right questions
I wished
she'd pryed
I wished
she'd taken the time
to realize there was more
I'm not cured
things just aren't that simple
.
The pain hasn't gone away
I've just stopped complaining
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