You Destroyed My Mind

My phone crashed yesterday and the combination of this incident as well as the anticipatory anxiety of Monday office was enough to trigger my painful memories with my ex-therapist; so, I wrote a poem to vent my feelings:

You destroyed my mind

Pretending to be kind

Instead, were your words like knives

Mentally cutting me to pieces

To you, I’d bared my soul

Thinking it the right call

Instead, did you bring me down to my nadir

Making me wish I could be anywhere

But in my own body

Even being a nobody

Sounds better than coming to you for support

Definitely, did you play your part

In sending me into depression

I’m sure you are Satan’s creation!

You destroyed my mind

To me, you’re now dead

But you should know this

You’re one of the worst therapists

For anyone diagnosed with autism

At a very late stage

Hearing your very name fills me with rage

And for most of my achievements

You don’t deserve much credit

Extremely intense, is the hurt

Which I feel

When thinking about some of our sessions

Anyway, in your court is the ball

You’ll keep getting praised

While I cry quietly in a corner

Waiting for my memories to fade

Yes, you destroyed my mind

But certainly not my heart or soul

After all, “all’s well that ends well”

And ultimately will I have the last laugh

No longer, can you pull the bluff!!