I keep getting told I need therapy

But I'm already in it.

They say it only works if you work the steps

But I do the work.

My therapist says I need meds

But Mom says no.

I try my coping mechanisms

But it's too much to ask for me to empty my head.

Mindful meditation only works when you can empty your head

But I lie awake at night instead,

Thinking about my day, what I could've done differently,

Wondering what the next day will bring,

Or if I will even see tomorrow,

Wishing I could walk around the neighborhood a while, 

With no companion other than the moon and wind.

So I turn on my radio

And find my favorite station.

I'll listen and I'll hum myself to sleep with it.

For when it comes to my mental devastation

Music is my one and only salvation

And I don't know where I'd be without it.

But God forbid I mention 

Music is the best coping mechanism

For me while in

Therapy.