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"Look at
this ink-blot and what do you see?"
"Men in white jackets are coming for
me."
"Some see a rainbow and some see a ring,"
"God only knows, I don't see a damn
thing."
"Look a
bit closer and what can you tell?"
"Lock me up quick 'cause I think I'm in
Hell."
"There is a story or there is a song,"
"Call me a liar, I think you are
wrong."
Showing
me ink-blots will drive me insane,
Doctors want answers when playing their game,
Thinking they know what goes on in my head,
I'll never tell them; they won't find a
shred.
I am a
secret that no one will know,
Hiding my feelings, not letting them show,
Making up stories to lead them astray,
Make them believe all the things that I
say.
"I'll say
'desire', now what will you say?"
"I'll say I'm tired and don't want to
play."
"Something is really quite wrong in your head,"
"Why don't you find a sane person
instead."
Call him
a 'Shrink', but I'll call him a liar,
Taking my money so he can retire,
I'm just as 'normal' as everyone here,
I'm not as crazy as what I appear.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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