(At the Doctor's)

"Hello there, what seems to be the problem?"

Doc, I feel feverish
Like I've been burning up
For the past few weeks
Without a moment's hesitation.

"Ah, so you have a cold."

No, it's something more.
I've been thinking of kicking down the door
And punching a wall with my fist
Hell, I still feel so ******.

"Then perhaps you need anger control?"

But I'm also exuberant
Like the world is candy land
And almost every day is a thrill to enjoy
And my smile is radiant for all to see.

"Hmm...how particularly interesting. Bipolar, then?"

No, I'm not that at all
It's just a girl that I know makes me feel so small
Is it natural to feel so happy and mad?
And did I tell you that the other day I felt so sad?

"Do you think you are insane?"

Yes, I think I might finally be gone
Lock me away forever in some padded room
I don't feel like myself anymore
For my brain is going haywire just thinking of her.

"You know, you've come to me for a while
And I know you aren't crazy and I've seen your real smile
So my hypothesis is this and it fits truly like a glove
Sir, I happily diagnose you with being in love."