You are so full of rage,
The therapist said in such a calm register.
Rage? That's the last thing anyone Who knows me would say about me. Quite the opposite really. She closes
her writing pad and stands and states. We will pick this up another time,
Why are you so full of rage. I ask her as
I watch her lips purse and her hands
go to her hair to put it into a severe
ponytail,then take it down in quick succession. Rage! She rages. Anyone who knows me well would never use that word to describe me!
She stares at me with what looks like hatred
As I put my computer away.