I Needed a Psychologist

I got him at university when I was nineteen: Too late for me and my anger, but he was spritely; It was after I'd initially objectified things myself, By writing a computer program that reacted intelligently. I should have been entitled to write it at school, Where my anger was my extra disability, But I was kept off the systems 'cos of fear, That I didn't have enough hand dexterity. My anger was just against fundamentalism, Christian, and occasionally Islamic as well; My family was Christian but weighed god as great, Such that sometimes all I did was my life hate. Express your anger when you can, Demand to be met by a psychologist, Make those around you understand, You're entitlement to with peace land.