Author's note: I just had to write this, my psychologist ditched me today - how often does that happen?

Waiting

Waiting, Waiting, It's never ending,
Waiting to talk those who'll mend me.
Sat nervously, twitching, tapping my feet,
Shallow breathes, rapid heart beats.

The clock ticks, once, twice, again,
Those 30 minutes to see if I'm sane.
Minute by minute they slowly pass by,
That feeling rises up I just want to cry.

Still waiting for her to determine my fate,
She's now running 20 minutes late.
My head starts spin, I think I'm going to faint,
My mum sighs heavily, this family I'll taint.

She waltzes through into the waiting room,
Into the back, the waiting will be over soon.
Tell's me she was waiting too long,
Insinuates it's my fault I'm in the wrong.

Sitting, waiting, she's moving me on,
I can tell she can't wait for me to be gone.
Now it's just repeating the past,
I shall have to continue wearing this mask.

I walk out tears forming in my eyes,
Another day I'll continue in this lie.
I wait for the day that I can be myself,
Not passed by, like a broken toy on the shelf…

Thanks, Please R R

Dex