New dealer

I had my first doctor visit
Thursday
Told him about my drug dependencies
Insomnias, incessant rhymes
“Let’s be honest.”
So I told him lots of things
Told him how my family told me
“we think you’ve got a problem D”
That mine was just a squalid dream
Because I thought I could write a lot of words
Sell them for a dollar each
And if I sold enough then
I would finally have a lot of green
What do you teach a toddler
Who could follow all the thoughts of teens?
98th percentile on every test and S.A.T.
Then turns around and takes those words
And gives them all away for free
But when you’re beaten ‘til you’re broken
Something almost always prevents ya
He assessed me with GAD
Perscribed me Valium and Pevexa
Now my dealer wears a lab coat
And suddenly the drugs are free
After deciding I didn't want anymore
And making it like a new month clean
And it sucks because I can’t say
I don't feel better
And every day I feel a bit less mean
But damn, I feel a helpless thing
Now everybody's
mad at me