Therapist

I hold a finger to your lips
As tears spill down your cheeks
I write down your problems in my notebook
You've been coming here for weeks

Just to complain about your
Lack of friends
And the pressure he puts on you
Never ends
And I can sit here and think
What I want about your life
I could care less about you
I'm always right

I'm only hear to listen
And analyze
Your thoughts, your loves
And what you despise

I'm your on call therapist
I'll give you medicine
To help you deal
With what's not real
It's all in your head
Here, this medication
Will help you think straight
Or not think at all

You tell me your problems
I know all about your faults
You grab a box of tissues to your left
I'm the only person who you can trust

You tell me about your family
Issues from the past
And what your mother's like
How you lived life too fast
And how you should have been there
And now you're kicking yourself
You say "Doctor,
I need mental help"

I'm your on call therapist
I'll give you medicine
To help you deal
With what's not real
"It's all in your head
Here, this medication
Will help you think straight"
Or not think at all