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Fucked up
So I have a degree in psychology.
Went that way, trying to find out
Who the hell I was and WHAT I was.
Even went to consult two different
Psychiatrists, one in training who
Pretty much knew zero about the subject
And one of the type who lets you
Talk forever and never says a word.
Useless.
In the end, you must decide
If you are lying to yourself,
Scared to look in the mirror
And face ugly truths
Or do what you feel you must.
Not as simple as that, considering
All the family and social pressures.
So many lives are messed up
Because of such fear...
Including mine.
Went that way, trying to find out
Who the hell I was and WHAT I was.
Even went to consult two different
Psychiatrists, one in training who
Pretty much knew zero about the subject
And one of the type who lets you
Talk forever and never says a word.
Useless.
In the end, you must decide
If you are lying to yourself,
Scared to look in the mirror
And face ugly truths
Or do what you feel you must.
Not as simple as that, considering
All the family and social pressures.
So many lives are messed up
Because of such fear...
Including mine.
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