The psyche
Isn’t so simple
You can’t pop it
Like a pimple
You can’t see it
Like a wound
You can’t feel it
Like starvation
You can’t grab it
It’s like water that way
You can trick it
In a million different ways
It’s like clay
Every day
Molds it a certain way
Molded by your environment
And all of the trauma
Molded by your relationships
Hardened on this floating ship
Shaped by love and hate
To think
That man could understand man
Just sounds
Like a bad plan
From the start
I prefer to get to know man through art
Rather than science
For science works in generalities
And does not account for the individual
And all of the anomalies
Therapy is just a tool
And treating it like a religion
Just makes man
An even bigger fool
-C.H.