Diary of a Psychologist

Dear Diary,
A schizophrenic motion,
That a bipolar tries to hide.

A depressed middle-aged woman,



With anorexia locked inside.




A psychopathic school kid,





With psychosis in the blood.






An attention-needing teacher,







Paedophilia as only he could.

It’s funny that I’m sat here,
Just staring at my wall,
Any moment now; as I wait,
My prison warden will call.
Now how do you think I got here?
A stabbing? Maybe a rape?
One thing I must say to you,
Is don’t repeat my mistake.
Sure, you can be free-willed,
Sure, you may have a good IQ.
But keeping others problems.
Is never good for you....