But I am Working on my Recovery

you tell me you're raising your fee
you tell me to stop glaring
at the other patients in your waiting room
you tell me you're just concerned
about everyone's emotional safety

you tell me this is good for me
as you leave bruises along my jaw,
your grip just a little too tight

you tell me I must separate from my mother
you tell me none of those memories are real
you tell me you won't renew my prescription for xanax

Everyone gets off just a little
on being abused, you tell me
as you push down on the top
of my head, something I'm getting used to