The Problem with Me

The problem with me is, in order to feel
alive and awake just like I used to be,
I have to advise while I try to conceal
the problem with me.

Though you may accuse me of jerking a knee,
I’m speaking my truth now I live to reveal:
for sure as I breathe, you all need therapy.

You’ll argue I’m strident. I try to be real.
I’m certain if you do the work you will see
I’m right, so refrain from attempts to repeal
the problem with me.

(Roundel in dactylic tetrameter)

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