Visit a councillor

This poem is an old one i wrote which on retrospect sucked so i modernized it with my new age style and this was the result.

Its meant to be read by two people everything inside " " is said by the patient. And everything outside is the doctor/narrator. Its a bit weird but you'll love it.

Its progressive poetry.

poem begins here.
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Your life at this stage
Fills me with rage
“Everybody hates me”
But why is the mystery

So the councillor says tell me about it.
How does that make you feel?
Explain yourself to me
It’ll help make it all real.

“People think they can…
Say what they want
Call me what they want
But I’m telling you they can’t
One of these days
I’ll be full of rage and I’ll snap!"

"I have low self esteem!
Wanna live the dream!
I’d feel better ignored,
Then bullied when they’re bored!”

You’re the class Joke,
The one with which fun they poke;
Why must it be like this?
You don’t wanna be popular but…give hatred a miss.

“Why must you analyse me?
Because of conformity?
Why do you need to fit rules?
Just to be ‘cool’. "

"So tell me Mr Councillor,
What’s the matter with me?
Write me out a prescription…
I’ll get the meds for free!
Or tell Mr Logic,
How can this help?
When the problem is
Human nature itself?”

p.s. i've never seen a councillor.