I called myself writing poetry when I first started therapy, and was afraid of the attachment I was feeling toward my therapist, and still fighting parent battles:

A WILD WOMEN'S CREED

I am dumbfounded! What the heck? What did I do wrong?

He must be getting hell from his Fishwife,
because he could not deliver the "Bambino" for the summer.

Why turn on me?

All I want his your ****ing money! That's all you're good for.

HEAR ME - momanddad : YOU OWE ME!!!!!!!!!

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU

FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKED ME UP!!!! OWN IT.....ASSHOLES
For Thine is the Power( yes, I'm taking it back )


Thanks FM,

Let the transference BEGIN!