Everytime I see the doctor,
I pretend to be who they want me to,
Or who they think I am.
For I know if I tell them,
They'd invalidate me instead:
"You are female."
"Forget about it."
"It doesn't matter."
Its almost like they want me dead!
They know how much I care,
But they just leave me pretending,
Sitting in the therapist's chair.
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