The Mess That Is Me

My insecurities are making me insecure My doubts are giving me doubts I would scream and yell, if I thought I would be heard Over top of all of my shouts My phobias are starting to scare me My complexities are awful complex I am a perfect text book example Of a condition for which there is no text My psychoses are really psychotic My episodes are episodic I am a narcissist who hates himself Bi-polar must be contagious, because I know I caught it I think I failed the ink blot test All I saw were big ink blots I am haunted by my memories But my memories have been forgot I am sick of being a hypochondriac My narcolepsy keeps me awake I am a non-practicing masochist Because the pain I cannot take My abnormalities are really abnormal My multiple personalities are all the same My psychiatrist says there are explanations For these conditions he cannot explain