The Study of Me
Psychology is the study of how we are all so predictable.
Brains, brains. Our brains teach us when to flinch, and when to hurt.
Nature is sparkling and unwavering.
We are only unwavering.
Unlike nature, we are all pretending.
As if we are tricking those scientists.
By zig-zagging like an unknown creature.
But they know and they watch.
We are creatures, but we are known.
No matter where we hide,
In the jagged forest.
Those psychologists know our patterns.
Those psychologists just know.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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