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The Christmas Season
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Self-Poetry It's a rainy day, but I wish it were snowing;
For, a sparkle in my eyes is glowing.
Because it is the Christmas season;
To be happy, I have a reason.
I have changed personalities;
Because of my schizophrenic mentality.
I am thinking much more clearly;
And, I am appreciating this time of year dearly.
For I have solved my depression by poem-posting;
My insides are no longer roasting.
I have found an excellent way to help my mind so mentally ill;
With the aid of a pink and a white pill.
I thankfully owe it all;
To my poetry ingenuity, Paxil, and Risperdal.
Now, it is a season of joy;
Because my mind is not a toy.
I have a reason now to like Christmas;
I hope this personality sticks, and no one I care about will miss us.
I am having a wonderful end to this year;
And it's about time; for my brain and soul have shed too many-a-tear.
A beautiful, white Christmas is in my heart;
Because self-therapy after tragedy is an excellent way to start.
It is terrible that to feel better, my kitty had to die;
But, I hardly ever tell a lie.
Thank you dearly, Steak'ems my child;
Probably, if it weren't for you, a suicide hotline I would have dialed.
You helped me become a better part of humanity;
Because I've been forced to deal with my insanity.
