Diary of a Broken Poet

Mom has made me see a therapist, and her name is Mrs. Annie. Mrs. Annie likes to ask me a ton of questions and draw things that relate to my mood. I don't like her because she tells my mom everything I say and do, she even shows her what I draw! I'm not sure I can stand people invading my privacy much longer... She has me write in another diary. It's purple with blue flowers on the front.. It's nothing like you though because I don't decide what to write in it, she does. She writes questions and has me answer them..I guess you could say that it's more like a test or something. I don't like her being inside my head..