I'll never go back again! She says that I'm depressed.
But who is she to judge so quick? I'm defiantly feeling stressed.
She also said anxiety. Is this some kind of joke?
I always talk to everyone. And I really like to poke.
So see dear counselor, I think your are quite wrong
Because its really you I hate. My demons get along.
So don't be quick to judge me! I'm really quite the fun.
Just give me a noose or some pills or maybe a loaded gun.
Because I was never happy. I think I'm quite insane
You'll read this little poem. And say that I have changed.
But it wasn't me who did. Why can't they ever see?
With all lies and snarky comments. They finally ended me.
