My Shrink is on Xanax&
My Shrink is on Xanax
Barred out
Feeling spaced out
Poetically yet somehow criminally
Chilling here immorally
Giving no shit
If lyrically I'm a hit
Call me crazy, the doctors said so
Tell me something else I don't know
As angry at the world as I might feel
I have to keep it polite, yet somehow real
Actually, I forgot to remember to care
And into the looking glass I continue to stare
This poem is about:
Me