My psychologist says I have mental issues

My mother affirms this to be true.

Why do you expect me to be normal

in a world so very abnormal?


They say that life is what you make it out to be

I say snap back into reality.

Earth is a just fiendish foe

Taking what little sensibility you have in you and hitting it with the arrow of a crossbow


I bet you are thinking that I have suddenly become sinister

But relax, I'm just a girl, not an all around Holy Minister

Now that I think about it, I'm perfectly sane

It is everyone else that has no brains


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