As I strip down to just my soul in front of her 
I begin to see myself through the eyes of an unbroken woman 
And with every step I take deeper into my past 
I fear that I might lose my way back to the present 
Sorrow in her eyes 
Tight lips with occasional nods 
She listens attentively to my life story 
And with every scar I show her 
I begin to wonder if the scar is real or did I fake it 
Is my past real or did I fake it? 
And when I tell her that I didn't have a rough childhood 
She stares at me with wallowing eyes 
As if to say "its okay to be broken" 
Its okay to be broken 
Its okay to be broken 
Its okay to be broken 
I repeat over and over again 
Desperately trying to find meaning behind these words 
Desperately trying to find asylum in these words 
And I cry 
I tell her that I did not want my days to be this dark 
Full of fear and resentment 
Full of worry and harm 
I did not want my days to be this dark 
And she nods 
Writes some notes 
Asks some questions 
And I hold back the tears 
Try to convince myself that I am okay 
Even though I'm not okay 
And part of me wants to scream so loudly that the whole world hears my cries 
Part of me wants to be seen 
To be heard 
To stand on the clouds and yell
"I'm a broken woman" 
I'm a broken woman 
I live in fear and isolation 
I take my trauma with me everywhere I go 
I hold on to my past and try to find purpose in it 
And I wish people could see me the way my therapist sees me 
And I wish my parents could see me the way my therapist sees me 
Raw and vulnerable 
With every scar and every tear 
Open up my book and show you traces of black charcoal 
Creating an image that only I can see 
Creating a world that only I can see 
And I wish I could show them my demons 
And I wish I could tell them I'm broken 
And why is it so damn hard to admit that I'm broken 
Why is it so damn hard to admit that I need help 
And after exactly 60 minutes 
She closes her notes and smiles 
And I smile back 
I return back to the present and leave my past in her office 
And we share some small talk 
As if I'm not the patient anymore 
As if I'm just a person 
I am just a person 
A broken person, but still a person 
And I can't erase my past 
But I can add some color to it