The Art of Psychology
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Who am I exactly?
Or let’s not be so exact.
Am I someone who holds a million and one
Flimsy facts and stats
In the back of my cranium
Or…
Someone who loves to make her heart bleed
And spread
The beautiful shades of red on paper?
They call that poetry.
Or maybe, maybe
I’m someone who
Craves the mysterious
With contradicting theories
Where no one really knows concrete things.
This is the language of psychology
Psych- a possible art
that spreads my life into a painting
In which is held together by the psychological frame
Within the backdrop of sketched brains.
.....
Here goes nothing
Or everything- a psychological illusion.
The psychological painting of my life:
20 years from now
I see a silhouette of me
Peering into the soul of a man,
Peeling back his words
That marinate into his soul
I see myself observing
The radical thoughts of a five year old
Who pushed a cat
In front of a subway train
I see myself negotiating
With the girl who swears
She’s bipolar, dyslexic, schizophrenic, has OCD, ADD, ADHD, amnesia, insomnia, and allll of the other disorders in the DSM
As I try to remind her that
...She’s only a hypochondriac.
In this painting,
I see myself
Looking into the kaleidoscope of life
And finding different colors of people
In my office
Discussing similar things.
Mondays are the persecuted gays
Tuesdays is blowing steam with those
Who have low self-esteem
Wednesdays are the depressed
Thursdays are break
Thank God! since by then, I’d be depressed
And Fridays are for those who are just tired
Of burning fries under sweaty hands and a McDonald’s cap.
Repetition is why we are all still there
Staring into the empty spaces
Where I’ll try my hardest, I swear
To ‘fix’ them.
To tell them what’s best,
But it’s psychology
Where nothing’s promised.
The mysterious
With contradicting theories
Where no one really knows.
So yes.
20 years from now
I’ll be a psychologist.
After 10 years of college to get there.
A lifetime of struggle to keep it up.
I see myself there
In places where
No one
Really knows.
Psychology, the Art
Where the mysteries grow.