Ouroboros

So my counselor has a new theory-

discovered only on our final visit.

I’m a “RAD” adult- you know…

the anxious-ambivalent kind.

I love you!

I hate you!

(But please don’t leave me.)

Yeah…

I don’t think it’s that.

I think you’ve grown accustomed to the me I’ve tried to be.

I wear the suit and say the words-

But ad-libbing is not considered kosher-

And I must be a racist cause I said that.

And you know what the score is-

cause you said that.

Fuck.

Why am I alone when I’m around you?

They tore down my childhood;

but I’m without you.

You’re sitting right there-

but I don’t hear you.

I guess I can never go home.