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The Buzz in the Fuzz (counselling)

My experience of attending counselling:

Detached from reality,
The noise from your mouth is a buzz.
Through glass eyes,
I see images in a haze like fuzz.

A numbness inside,
My body feels heavy.
Too tired to breathe,
My heart is on auto-pilot.

Your trying to reach me,
In my world which stands still.
A constant buzzing,
Fills the world that you are in.

You try different strategies,
With the belief that im ill.
but life has never been clearer,
Than the haze that im in.

Once full of innocence,
I saw the world through rose tinted glasses,
The experience of being bullied,
My innocence they smashed it.

The flood gates were opened,
but I didn't have the strength to swim,
Everything that was familiar,
Suddenly caved in.

No-one understands the place that I am in,
as social constructions label me ill.

I attend my appointments,
Where I hear the buzz,
and occasionally see chinks of light,
Through the haze and the fuzz.

Numb, sedated, existing you see..
One day, I will escape this world of misery!

Written by Wendy Roberts


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