A Therapy Session from God Here in the window I stand by, And here goes a poem that I tried. The weather is rainy, almost like it is my fantasy, But my mind is trapped by fear, stress, agony, and worry. I almost forget every time how old I am, Yet I feel trapped by responsibilities. Whilst filling this page with my words, The wind touches my skin, It seems like the wind is trying to clear my mind, But it’s only frustrations that I find. The wind slows down and the rain trembles, Just like a free trial in a game. Whoever chases happiness, wealth, and fame— He is the real man, I find. I have a lot of things to do: Homework, writing an application, and going to the barber at 3, But the poor little me can't tell myself to remain stress-free. Thundering starts, and the electricity comes back— That was the best feeling I had felt in my life, and now it’s gone. God himself came to me and filtered my mind, But still, I have a lot of things to do. Oh rain! Come back, come back, and give me your relaxation, Help this teen to chill for a while. Make him know that locking in every day and continuing your fap streak Isn’t what a teenager’s grind should be. Whoever chases happiness, wealth, and fame— He is the real man, I find.