Self Esteem

---

I had a low self esteem, So my parents being the mental crack addicts they are, Send me to a psychiatrist, This guy says, hi I am Joseph, And, you don't have a low self esteem, You just don't have a solid grip on reality, I, having no clue, just smiled and nodded, I see him every week now and have come to understand, What it means, not having a solid grip on reality, I live in a world of my own, I am not witty, smart, sympathetic and cool, No, just crazy, fucked up, dropped on the head as a baby, And I don't have a solid grip on reality, But Joseph says that I should be happy, 'Cause I have a dysfunctional way of thinking, A tasty combination of some sweet schizophrenia, And some icing of insanity, As if I'm some fucking cereal or wedding cake, So I'm subjected to numerous neurotic tests, They pick at me like carrion birds pick at a mutilated Zebra corpse somewhere in the savanna, After 3 years, 6 months, 21 days and 12 hours, I am finally cured, Cured of ev'rything 'cept for that one little quirk, A low self esteem. Samael'98

back