In Expensive Doses

Stop emptying your pain on me.
I can get emotional,
From dysfunctional surviving.

Stop emptying your pain on me.
I'm trying to be the nice guy,
But that has had no lasting meaning.

They've given up communication!
On precribed happiness
In expensive doses.
Is why they pay their doctors.
Doctor Smooth Me,
And Doctor High.

They play submissive,
Doing 'whatever' to 'get'!
And when that's given...
They want forgiveness and respect!
And when that's lost...
The cycle of remorse is reset!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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