Poem: Maybe therapy is working

Maybe therapy is working

I noticed it
and I told you
what I noticed
and it is hard
to be honest
about such things
even when
it is clear
and I know
and I feel it.
I am aware
it is normal
and also
aware
that it is 
fucked up,
but that is human
and what good
is there in pretending
I am better
or different
than I am?
If the goal is
to do something
that makes it better
it can't be done
without knowing
what is wrong.

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