Psyche
It makes me so mad
To listen to other people fighting
Tears my head into a million pieces
So I can barely sleep at night
There are so many dark secrets
In my brain fitting so tight
Tight enough to snuggle with each other
In which I don’t think is right
I eat so much to make
My stomach sick to bust
Sometimes I am getting fatter
Than a ball of growing dust
Every day it seems like it’s hotter
Than the other sunny day
I wish we had a nice size pool
So I can learn to swim my way
I wish I could drive myself around
And be able to do what I like
I will only tell you this once
That I am not the only psyche
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