It was a very bad year.

Spent part of it in the Psych Ward

I had three therapists.

Their opinions varied,

yet still the same

Therapists # 1 said:

The only reason

I was suicidal

Was my alcoholic father

And I felt embarrassed.

Therapist #2 said:

The only reason

I was suicidal

Was my 2 brothers

And I felt jealous

Therapist #3 said:

The only reason

I was suicidal

Was my good life

And I felt undeserving.

But therapist #1

And therapist #2

As well as therapist #3

All agreed.

The only solution

To my being suicidal

Was to change my thinking.

If only I stopped

Feeling so embarrassed

And so jealous

And so undeserving,

Then I’d be just fine!

A-OK!

All Okey-Dokey!

Yes, I did tell them,

All 3 of my therapeutic wise men,

Of my Grandmother’s suicide

And of my father’s constant sadness.

But I guess fuck genetics!

And fuck chemical imbalances!

According to these 3 therapeutic stooges,

All I had to do was think better.

In other words,

It was all my doing.

All my fault.

And back then,

They had me thinking that.