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
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