The Ant Poet Rhyme

Refining Consciousness

Each week I sit in therapy
I aim to be a better me
So I tune out the therapist 
And self psychoanalyze.
I think hmm, I might be mean
Am I self-absorbed?
A narcissist perhaps?
Or an a**hole in relapse?
Is it just anxiety?
I think I might have OCD
But I might just like to organize.
If I’m a good person do I win a prize?
I don’t believe in hell 
Which is really just as well
Cause I don’t think I’m good enough
And purgatory would be rough.
Let me pick a part my brain
Am I genius or am I insane
I think this trauma’s from my mom
Mental gymnastics is much more fun!
If I can pinch and I can tweak
Fix all my problems by next week
Everything would all be great!
So let’s go in with scalpel 
And a little bit of  glue
And everything wrong with my brain
We’ll kindly undo.

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