Sara Holzen


Psychology Is My Passion


Psychology is my passion
as the brain continues to grow,
learning human behavior is just a fraction
of what we could really know.

The break down of the components
of the human mind,
whether its psychological
or a logistic medical find.

To learn why we behave
and act the way we do,
puts a fire in my heart
and an electrical spark
all the way through.

The gears in my brain
begins to churn and intercept,
breaking down the main
perspective into a new aspect.

I love to learn about our thoughts
and our human interactions,
I love to learn about the reasons
we fixate on certain attractions.

The logical aspect of psychology
helps you build up your understanding,
helping you in everyday situations
to make it easier to understand
why human behavior is soo demanding.

I believe each individual needs to learn
the basics of psychology,
because it would put more depth
into our minds,
and help us have more of an
ascendancy.

Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2012
Edited: Friday, November 16, 2012

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  • Rookie - 61 Points Efe Benjamin (11/16/2012 1:48:00 AM)

    great write-up, psychology is a phenomenon, its almost impossible 2 undastnd human behavior, bt in all we exists 4 som purpose,2 liv n surviv, n dat i tink has kept d society goin..alot 2 learn frm dis poem (Report) Reply

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