Therapy Poem by Beloved Adejuyigbe

I really do feel I have a P.
See me drooling in therapy,
Lurking the dreads on my head,
Looking so wayward ahead
the headway of life,
Terrified by the outlook of life's
very own perspective, I strife,
Looking for a better way to drive
Through the jungle, my heart jiggles,
Still, I wiggle at the way life's mess giggles.

I really do feel I have a P.
Suddenly, damping in therapy,
Looking for ways to be happy
Through the grumpy road, I thread,
Looking so strenuous and deadly dreadful,
I still find my cess of obsession in someone's caress,
Still, I look like a bunch of mess
In my base of a sloppy zany subsection,
I seek suggestions in the terrain of one's profession,
Still stuck in life's supposition with no progression.