What the hell is wrong with me?!

[Vendetta]

My mind is going crazy,

I don't know what is wrong,

Thoughts racing through,

There is too much to think about,

I've never cried this much,

And I don't even know why,

What the hell is wrong with me?




I have to try my hardest to restain myself,

I can't scream and break everything in sight,

I want to so much, But then I would be worried,

I must hold punch myself to restain the violence within,

Who cares if it leaves a bruise....




I'm pacing back and forth,

Pulling at my hair,

Wondering what the hell is wrong with me,

I don't know what it is,

I don't know if it can be healed,


I grab something to hold,

I need something to break,

Something that no one will notice,

Just as no one notices me.




I think I need a mental doctor at this point,

I don't know anything, and my head hurts,

So badly I want to just punch everything in sight,

I want to screak and let out all my emotion,

But, I can't do that... I just can't.




"Mr. Psychiatrist, I keep having these wierd thoughts,

Oh please, don't mind me,

I'm only A LITTLE crazy,

No, don't kick me out of your office,

I hate you! I though you where suppose to heal me!"
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This is how I feel right now... I think... I don't know....

[Number_the_Stars]

Umm line three is the first word supposed to thoughts and not thoughs? Also shrinks don't cure they just sit in their comfy chairs and write nonsense on their little pads.. and they give out drugs....
But really, nice poem, I really mean it man.....

[Vendetta]

Umm line three is the first word supposed to thoughts and not thoughs? Also shrinks don't cure they just sit in their comfy chairs and write nonsense on their little pads.. and they give out drugs....
But really, nice poem, I really mean it man.....
I know they don't cure... That is why I'm not going to one, I don't want to be a drugged up person. But, anyways I'll fix that thoughs.... Typo Oops

[Kagekotsu]

Shrinks can't do a thing, all of them have education, but they haven't gone through the same their patients have, so they really don't know anything about the thing they are working with. I liked the poem, sometimes I might be like that... Then it's usually the best for everyone to stay the hell away from me. Anyways, that's a true poem which makes it good.

[Fabala]

It's not about having been through the same thing the patient has. It's about learning ABOUT the patient, and their struggles, and their innermost thoughts. It's about empathizing with them.

Certainly there are some who are better than others in this. However, claiming they all "don't help" is small-minded.

Anyway, nice work on the poem ^^ Towards the end, it's spelled "psychiatrist."