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Psychiatric Times
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I’m driving home from the ER, not ready for sleep, eaten up by memories of my mistakes...
I’m driving home from the ER,
not ready for sleep, eaten up
by memories of my mistakes,
a man on the radio telling me
not to worry because I can learn
to control my mind. He says
thoughts are like puppies
we can paper-train and teach
to be obedient. He says
one day that puppy will calm down,
cuddle up, and lick my face.
But who is this guy kidding?
My mind isn’t a puppy tonight-
it’s a wild tiger,
and it’s ripping out my heart.