Ouch on the Couch

by Tina B.

Why do you always grow so big and mean?

When the weather changes to a winter scene

And when the rain comes dripping down

You multiply and without a sound.

The breezes and wind must feed you well

In them your dancing wildly feels like hell.

So now you got me in your grip

With electrical claws you tear and rip

And fill my face with fire waves.

How do you decide who becomes your slaves?

My jaw it dances pogo to painful beat

And my normal-ness sits back seat.

And all the while no one can see

The T.N. monster torturing me.

You’ve taken half my smile away

A half a smile is how ill stay

Part of my face is a droopy sag

My head should be cover with a bag.

Funny all this and you still

Have not over taken my will

One time soon you shall see

Ill force you to leave me be.

Then ill pass the answers along

Ways to keep you where you belong.