I’ve got a problem.
I have these emotions, you see.
I get upset and fall apart when someone mistreats me.
I can’t sleep at night if I’ve had a rough day.
I need love, and without it, I sometimes lose my way.
Doctor, please help me. I need something new.
Each time I lose a loved one, I lose my serene view.
I sometimes get headaches if someone’s on my case;
and I sometimes have nightmares that sunlight can’t erase.
Doctor, some days I’m listless. Sometimes I need a rest.
Sometimes I feel withdrawn, but sometimes I’m a pest.
I care about my neighbors, I care about my friends,
God help me, I even care about refugees and orphans.
These cares, they form my misery; I wish I didn’t feel.
Please give me something small and round, to help my conscience heal.
I don’t want to hurt like this; I wish I didn’t care.
I wish when I saw suffering, I didn’t stop and stare.
I’d rather be a robot; I’d rather be a drone.
I wish that I could look the same, but inside, be a clone.
Oh Doctor, please repair me. My feelings have no border.
I feel, I cry, I think, I try…. it’s Human Being Disorder.
Sept 29, 2007