Therapy for the Therapist

I blame myself
For everything that goes wrong

All you do
Is sit and nod
As I spill my heart out
With words you never hear

You always say
That what's inside me
Can defeat everything
That haunts me

But when I look at myself
In these broken shards
You call a conscience
This sick revulsion wells up inside

All I hear are these voices
Like buzzing wasps
Inside this pea sized bogey
You call a mind.