To a shrink I might seem

To be perfectly fine

But, as you've seen

I think that I'm

A little unsure

And my flavor

Is hardly sweet

I'm a little bitter

My thoughts are just litter

Covering the plains

Of my mind

Muting the pains

Of my kind

Not that I mind

I'm just saying

A shrink

Might think

I'm just a waste

Of talent turned to

A basket case