"Your wisdom is pathology,"
Trumpet the psychiatrists.
"Be ordinary," they squawk.
"Be like me."
 
"Project onto my emptiness to learn it's all in you."
Be bland. 
Be like me.
 
I won't enable, I'd steal autonomy.
I'll leave you mired in your stress.
Until your edges are cut off
And you are smooth.
Like me.
 
Be average.
Be calm.
Watch impulse.
Weigh connection.
Compassion? Co-dependent.
Like me.
 
I feed on your need.
I eat up your uniqueness.
I enable your frightened child
So you can be like me.