This is all I have tonight,
the words on this page.
I'm alone in my own world,
as a good poet should be.
I write out all my problems,
hoping to feel better after.
'Tis still bittersweet, however,
I open my eyes and nothing's changed.
But just for tonight I wish,
I didn't have to write.
I wish that just for tonight,
my therapy was spoken aloud.
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