THERAPY SESSION

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there's a second choice
a third
a fourth
maybe even a fifth
but there you stand without a voice
waiting ever so impatiently
for you to get hurt.

there's a reason
two
three
maybe even four
but there you stand through season
waiting ever so impatiently
for winter to come.

»what is there wrong about me?«
you ask, in confusion.
but there you wait for a reply
for you don't know why
you keep on losing.

»why am i the last one?«
you ask, in wonder.
but there you wait for an answer
for there's a lonely dancer
please don't let me be another.

you feel so scared
chained to the loneliness
like there are no words
that could describe your fear.

making a move is unaccepted
all the lies you tell instantly detected
»i don't care« is what you say
for you know
there is no way.