It’s All Happening Inside Your Head

I will not soon be dead, That's what the doctor said, There is no pill To cure my ill, The problem is all in my head!

I am paranoid now and then, Sometimes hallucinating when, The mood grips me, And all can see, I am delusional once again!

I feel sad both day and night, I very rarely feel quite right, Crying and blue, Despairing too, I cannot seem to see the light!

I admire myself most of all, Some say I have lots of gall, But I am so fine, Just top of the line, My appreciation simply won't pall!

I look in the mirror and groan, I must lose more weight, I moan, I do not see The actual me, I am little but skin and bone!