I went to A shrink
of sorts.
I told him my ailment
and he referred me to shrink B.
I told her of my problem
and she opened it to discussion.
I looked to my peers
and they looked at the tile.
I was encouraged to return next week;
I slept in.

It is not that my problem was solved in a week's time,
Or that it is not worth exploring.
I am afraid to open up again,
The silence was choking.
They looked at me as if there was no answer
(what was I expecting?):
As if there was no tangible help to offer.

Group Therapy is a cover term for Open-Mike Night
Where no one really gets your humor.
You present your material in the best way known
and spend the rest of the night
mopping up the disaster.