Adjustment Disorder

And that's my diagnosis
Don't misunderstand me
That's the diagnosis I was given
They thought that I might have been depressed
So that moment of undeniable psychosis
Was fleeting and had my mind deceived
It wasn't a prolonged episode that would govern my intentions
Work, family, anxiety, writing and all those other stresses
I am having trouble adjusting to
I can yell and scream or I can stay silent
But still the adjustments I am struggling to make drag
And no one I know cares about my knowledge
Maybe knowledge is nothing without wisdom's do
So to ask for care is to be too reliant
Upon my life and how it lags
And also to rely upon the pledge
That someone just one actually loves you
I know she doesn't care about me, at all
She only cares about how she feels
And not fixing what is wrong with her
She is perfect and I am flawed, that's true
So every cuts call
She easily repeals
For adjustment has nothing to do with her
She is always right
And her anger and her temper and her everything
Must always be appeased and adjusted to
It doesn't matter how I feel or what I say
And no matter what I decide with all my might
There is nothing I could think or sing
I just have to do
Whatever she feels I should play
Although I know that adjusting to her will
Means that me I will kill