Being the therapist friend isn't as easy as you'd think,

For I cannot even cope with the stress, I must resort to drink.

Whilst I numb your worries and listen to your feelings,

You become healed, I need the healing.

I always try my best to make you laugh, say all the right words,

My vision of light grows darker, fuzzy and blurred.

Sometimes I just want to break down, scream in your face,

For helping you hurts me, but as a friend, I must take on the case.

If you knew how I felt, you'd think I'm a bad friend,

In a way, I don't even care anymore, I just want the sadness to end.

Nobody ever thinks to help the therapist friend, they always seem so joyous,

But in private people annoy us, break us, destroy us.