The Therapists Lament - being perfect people

They tell me their stories
Their troubles and their nightmares
I listen and analyze, I’m their friend for a session
I nod and my face concentrates
While they describe their struggles
I am the perfect, non judgmental professional
I sometimes guide but mostly I give space
Most humans know what they need to do
To be their best selves
But they pay good money
For my degree to collaborate
Their most private struggles
I am so grateful they cannot see
That I am a mess
Yes you read that right
My life is a shitshow
I cannot organize or plan or cope
My life plan is meandering
I am drifting and procrastinating
But I am good at nodding
And suggesting they explore options
While supporting their attempts
At being perfect people
This is my confession
The therapists lament