Psychiatrist & Patient in the Optometry Office

The world was never so simple for the neighbors down the street.
2+2=4 here.
Not there.
It can be split into twisted segments never thought possible.
And the psychiatrist could’ve never expected what her ears were about to listen to.
She was only trying to help.

Your father hates you.
He only hates himself.

For others, complaints don’t resonate within.
Life is accepted.
I’m sorry I cannot describe this with colors and detail
For beauty has been seized from her.
Beauty is always seized in yellow light
But she has found some of her own.
It’s never shed in tears.
Her eyes stare blank at the hand.
A hand that has been held and helped but understands.
But with no help from anyone, anything, she’s now made it on her own.
I’m telling you.
She found some of her own.
It glows on her face.
Goodbye, my dear.