This just a piece. A bit of creative writing. Don’t take it too seriously. Doesn’t mean anything. Enjoy.
Containment? CONTAINMENT? Don’t try to subdue my beast. How dare you suggest that I want to be punished. Caged? That I secretly desire to be jailed or locked in hospital. Or dead. Your words offend me. There are no walls strong enough to hold me. No chains thick enough. You say I want to punish myself? I will show YOU the true meaning of punishment. I will rip your skin from your flesh and wear it like a flag. I shall hold your head aloft so all can see the error of your ways. I do not wish to be contained. And you shall not see it come to pass. I will live and thrive. If only that would be your fate. Containment? Your wish, therapist, not mine