Sigmund Freud

I'm self-conscious on the couch to talk about
How I always took my childhood upon myself without a doubt
I've never thought how much I was gonna miss that little child
But now I can find all my holes where my life begins to be wild.

Once upon a time my father left me without reasons and love
I began missing to become hypersensitive and unapologetically
Alive though I missed my games with him to see so far the dove
Nobody could answer my questions and I became melodramatically
Dead to be an actor and my life is based upon an unrequited love.

I never found my real truth of yesterday
Because my life was always trying to be on the way
By feeling and by knowing what I never had before
I always wait for nothing at my door.

I fell in love two years ago where I saw the light
But I never felt a kiss that could make me feel
And now I remember when I broke down and cry that night
And I still think of feeling some things that heal.

I have always heard about you, Sigmund Freud
I analyzed about your hypothesis to be destroyed
When our lives are not out of reach hard childhood
And we lived as a dark cloud of our parenthood.

Everybody believes they know my whole life to make me feel like them
I just wanna confess all of them they are wrong
Nobody can write with the same inspiration a song
They go wrong thinking of being a gem.

I've been walking so confused to try to understand
Why the children make castle of sand
And to know your nightmare you gotta give money in the land
Nobody helps with interest; I should've been a psychologist to believe in their mind
But I'm a simple person who walks and is blind...


I'm gonna give you 105 dollars for taking my troubles upon yourself
I'd walk to forget because you know my truth
Now I know I can leave my troubles that are based upon you – yourself
But this is my life, this is my hell, this is my youth...





Poetry by Edgar John Jackson
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Written on 2007-02-25 at 18:48

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I wish I could deal with mine so carefully, I loved the gentle easy language, it really suited the couch. Well done Edgar, a write to be proud of, and I expect liberating too. Smiling at you, Tai
2007-03-26