I don’t have a problem, I insist
It’s the others, I cry
Read my thoughts- why should I talk?
I hate you already- you fixer upper.
It’s only this teeny little thing,
Give me the pill and I’ll be out.
I won’t have to come again, will I?
Just tell me what I can do.
Well, okay so here’s the thing,
Perhaps let me explain.
I didn’t do anything wrong, did i?
Do you think I’m crazy?
Well if I’m not crazy then fix them!
Well, yeah, the others aren’t here- I am.
As I was saying- it’s one hour already?
Can I come see you again?
Tomorrow? Next week is too late
This tale needs telling and
Only you can hear it
Ah well, until next week
How will I manage on my own?
How will I cope- well I have been
But still, it’s hard.
But you get that, don’t you?
Slowly I enter this dark place
I’m mortally scared of
This shapeless monster is around here
But I hold your hand and I walk
Sometimes I even dive inside this murky tar
And I find oysters and jewels and gold
Remnants from the shipwreck of my past
Dead pirates who look like me
And I resurface with my bounty
Fill up my lungs and look at the filth
That is my body and I think,
This is not so bad.