Don’t you think I shall devote
All my life to searching for an antidote?
They talk of healing (the therapists’ advice),
But what if there’s no meaning, no real paradise?
Always trying to be just a “normal person”,
What if I finally refuse it for my own reason?
The weight I carry I had since that shitty time,
So maybe “normal” isn’t my real paradigm?
My soul wounds whisper tales I know too well,
A different truth than what the counselors may tell
Oh, yes… Forgotten: I am a therapist myself,
So who has put this fuckin’ spell?
Why, knowing all the answers, I’m still so in pain?
What if I was just destined to keep this stain?..
Sept 2, 2025
Antidote
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