Shrink ME

If I were so big, I don’t think I would need so much help. Shrink me, for what? A doctor to help me understand myself. I’d much rather go right to the chemical dependencies. Anybody got a Prozac, Xanax, perhaps some classic ruffies?

Shrink me, how? Like the others so close to me could not. Do you think the metal plaque above your door, or the dueling asp and flying staff, can shrink my sense of decency. You're a deplorable predator, fraught with hypocrisies.

Isn’t my life hard enough, without you in my brain, looking for the combination to my Piggy Bank, and my warped sense of your reality. You wanna help me, commit me!

Can you take the poison from my soul, and make me whole again? Wake me from the sleep? Take me outside again just to watch the planes go by, a bird catch a fly, ants building their home, a single blade of grass grow. When you do, what you do, can you make me that size too?

Is that all it takes, just several different pills? Is every cure for us in a fucking bottle? Some things you just can’t change, you’re operating on the wrong organ. Don’t waste my time. Get away from me! If you can’t heal my pain, or ease my mind, or make me like a toy and unwind.

Have me deny myself, putting my life inside a picture frame. Leave me to myself, alone, on my own. There are no better odds, this therapy is quite a lot of bullshit!

I’ll take my chances, to take what I need for my head, talk to myself every night before I go to bed. I can get small without any help from you at all...