She sat, biting her nails, as the questions made her teary
The doctor’s mind control technique was making her too weary
The past belonged right where it was, in the past where she wanted
Incessant reminders from the doctor relentless and undaunted
Why now these questions, as she struggled to find some clues
She thought the doctor’s methods were of her mother’s ruse
Years of hidden acts that were now named abuse
She never would answer about the terrible truths.