Psychotherapist

He told me I could trust him And in his lies I did confide Like a snake he entranced me: The rapist. I remember, as I lay by his side My outspoken cries. His soft reply, His hands holding me down A muffled groan and a sigh. The rapist. His secrets I will keep While I weep, while I weep For fear my own will haunt me (even in my sleep). And even as you read this You will not believe I've told you who did it His secret you must keep. Although I often weep From memories of him and me I know the worst has gone So I must now move on. But take this as a warning Not to trust the man Not to trust him. Or you will weep, you will weep.