When this madness first set in
It only made sense
To search out a good diagnostician
Trustingly sharing my story
With strangers with degrees
Quickly realizing no clinician
Could fix what's alien me
I search for someone wise and trained
Instead I found myself slowly drowning
In a system of judgmental rain
My very heart and soul an open subject
Sharing my uncommon delusions
Over and over explaining
My poetic conclusions
Yet those who have never ever lived a rhyme
Are prone to leave the unexplained behind
Who simply label you from a book
Quickly stop reading and give you that look
A book of broken soul’s
They write ya a prescription and send ya home
...............................................................................
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
When this madness first set in
It only made sense
To search out a good diagnostician
Trustingly sharing my story
With strangers with degrees
Quickly realizing no clinician
Could fix what's alien me
I search for someone wise and trained
Instead I found myself slowly drowning
In a system of judgmental rain
My very heart and soul an open subject
Sharing my uncommon delusions
Over and over explaining
My poetic conclusions
Yet those who have never ever lived a rhyme
Are prone to leave the unexplained behind
Who simply label you from a book
Quickly stop reading and give you that look
A book of broken soul’s
They write ya a prescription and send ya home
...............................................................................
Traveler Tim
(Honestly don't remember writing this)
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