Tried Writing A Len

The therapist is not
enamoured with me, which is good
as I notice and accept it (and with this

I am providing so much ammo
for others who only go
to make theirs laugh, before they run off

with their narcissistic frameworks, that do not reflect
on anything about themselves) so I am

taking everything I am inside
and I am

going to own it all close to me, dangerously—
and handsomely! and proudly!: I love

myself I love myself! That’s right, isn’t it? Mirror mirror

on the wall: what is going on with them all; as me and you

seem fine! And what is their problem? Do they all
need help—even the woman
in the chair across from me; who refuses

to smile (as I only
want to make her laugh: I accept it) as it’s like

I said to you before, mirror: I do not know
what our problem is, but I’ve even

stopped asking questions—with this—
on anything related to them, which is good,

as at least I noticed.