They say I'm being silly, ridiculous even, that they've
moved on
They say I need to talk to someone before I go 'round the
bend
They say - learn to compartmentalize - that's what they
do
They say, they take their hurt and who they miss, and all
the rest
and just put it in a box, like Tupperware, and go on with
life
They say after awhile, it becomes a habit, they don't
hardly
think of it at all, and I won't either if I just learn
the ropes
Finally I found somebody to pour my heart out
to...figured maybe
that would be the answer...maybe if I could just get
someone
Who was expert in such things - who knew, maybe I could
fix it
But that's not how it worked, it didn't matter about my
compulsion
The lady said lots of people these days were estranged
from
their kids, even their adult kids
I was flabbergasted - even for no reason, I asked her
Especially that, she assured, especially for no reason
She told me I would end up in the loony bin or worse if I
kept
insisting on how I felt as being compelled
I almost told her how I felt about her - that she was a
lousy-ass
therapist...I did feel compelled damnit
Every minute of every day -- and most of every night; I
wasn't
sleeping well
It was all I could do to keep from driving to their house
and
screaming down the door just to see them
I didn't even care if they called the men in the white
coats or
the cops or anybody
She couldn't tell me that wasn't a compulsion, she just
couldn't
And the others can't tell me how to compartmentalize
those feelings either
I know something
bad's going to happen, and I don't know
how to tell anybody or what to do
But I can tell you this, it has lots to do with
compulsion,
yes, yes it does.
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