Of Self And Men - Poem by Sandra Feldman
As human beings, not all there,
Pretending always that we care,
We really don't know what we want,
We come and go and always rant,
We experiment with torture, sex,
We don't know if we're great or wrecks,
Psychiatry is no great help,
A Mystery the Human Self.
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