Talk to me. Tell me why I am here. Why do I come here once a week? Tell me why I am there.
Don’t engage me with talk of colors. Colors are just colors. I am a person. Why am I there?
Why do I continue to take medication if you don’t think I should? You should live in my body. Why am I there?
Why do you continue to ask me the same endless questions? I don’t have the answers. I don’t want to be there.
I am so tired of the same people and offices. Sit, questions and leave. I don’t want to be there.
I don’t feel apart of the world you live in. You ask questions about people who live in your world. I don’t want to live in your world. Ask me to leave.
Why do you pretend to even care? I’m just a 45 minute glimpse in your time. I don’t want to be there.
You can’t see me. You can’t hear me. I don’t want to be there. Let me leave.
The others will follow if you let me leave.
Why won’t you leave me alone and take the 45 minutes and enjoy the silence. Let me leave.
They will leave.