I Feel Trapped by My Psychiatrist's Intense Gaze and Control

ik he watches me . ik he tracks every twitch of my eyes , every wet breath . but can he see how rotten my thoughts abt him r ? i want to rip my skull open so he can see it all . being his patient is the only thing that keeps the blood moving in my veins . it makes me want to commit something reckless just to shatter that pristine , professional mask . the way his eyes crawl over me .. it makes me feel physically sick , a hot , greasy nausea that makes my face burn . the others were dead tissue . boring .they didnt make my chest thud like a trapped animal . but the second u speak , u dig right into the pulp of it instantly . u get me , n it makes my brain spin in its fluid . i dont ever want to leave ts room . i want u to trap me here . i want u to absorb my entire existence n be my psychiatrist until we both rot (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) ! ! !

—mimi 14 ,

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