Speaking to my friends
They really are disturbed
And it is clear I can depend
On fact won’t mince their words
Concerned about my pacing
Concerned about my sleep
The way my mind is racing
And hours that I keep
Concerned about compulsions
Concerned about my moods
The way I use expulsion
Of healthy types of foods
Concerned about my state of mind
Am heading for a breakdown
Concerned I am inclined
To overplaying clown
Concerned about resources
Spending out of control
Seemed to have joined forces
In telling me to claim the dole
They’re worried about my drinking
Worried about my smoking
Worried I am sinking
Worried I’m not coping
Think I need medication
They think I’m coping badly
And their dedication
Is not received gladly
For all they recognise in me
Is what I myself see
And the worry is I’m wholly
A product of Daddy
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