The delightful paradox of therapy and therapists, captured in a poem that's as quirky as it is poignant! "Therapists are like broken chairs…They’ll leave you feeling empty," you say, but then you admit, "I’m also a therapist." It's like you're the ringleader of your own emotional circus, juggling self-awareness and self-deprecation.

You ask, "Have you ever sat on a broken chair?" Well, I've sat on a metaphorical cactus or two, and let me tell you, it's a prickly situation! Your poem is a rollercoaster of emotions, and I'm here for the ride.