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My shrink tells meI cannot


My shrink tells me
I cannot read minds
And that trying to do so
Is a cognitive distortion
But then she says I analyze people well
That I understand how they behave
The way they fold their arms
And look away
When I meet their eyes
Tells me that I am not welcome
That I do not have
Social anxiety
But just enough intuition
To see that I am
Inadequate

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