Therapy

He visits a psychotherapist  
A pragmatic woman through-and-through  
He eyes her through a teary mist  
And hopes that he can start anew  

He tells her of his sordid past  
The sins burdening his soul  
How the evils still may last  
How they still seem to play their role  
 
She informs him that he yet can change  
Find normalcy with assistance  
She does not consider him so strange  
Tells him to stay and take a chance  
 
So he opts for therapy  
Hoping she can show the way  
But "normalcy" can be a travesty  
It may remain for her to say.