confused by change

confused by change;

gutpunched by kindness.

that’s how i feel about my parents after family therapy.

my shrink tells me he sees significant change in me,

no more the depressed child

with a knotted brain.

my medicines did increase,

but my mind is free.

but somewhere is a creeping discomfort,

am i allowed to trust them again?

are they doing it for the cameras or their conscience?

mind numbingly forgetful are they,

when i talk about my passions and change

but still applaud and appreciate my convalescence.

what do i believe?

when they leave, will everything be undone?

will money, happiness and love be a mirage i saw because of medicinal drugs?

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