Mistranslation Date: Tuesday, 1st November 2005 @ 09:49:16 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Freak-of-the-Week You humiliated me with a promise of betterment... as I sank into the deep blue chair across from your desk, your fasces of authority, my eyes exploring your cold, clinical office of paid concern, exploring everything but your own -- your own set behind dark-rimmed reading glasses, set upon me, translating me into words, diluting me into words, degrading me into a page of words -- all symptoms and warning signs -- and then reading me as though I were but a chapter in the DSM-IV. Brown eyes and hugs didn't phase me...all I wanted was help, and all I got was you. This poem is Copyright © Freak-of-the-Week Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=108847