Poem
User Name: Barghest_Fenrir_Cerberus
Kind of Poem: Rhyming
Poem Type: Self-therapy, self-evaluation
Poem Name: The Three-Headed Dog
Poem:
I walk into the office, we're ready for the scheduled meeting
It seems our demons are pestering him, so they've begun feeding
His case is severe, we're starting to lose our mind
We ready our pen and paper, he begins to unwind
"It sickens us everytime I look in the mirror
The furious coward staring back at us begins to shiver
He's worthless, we're disgusted, his life is a bad dream
Hiding behind lyricism, voiceless text on a screen"
"He aspires to be great, but we know its damn near impossible
We're smart enough to get a real job, but his plan is illogical
Threw away his social life to scribble, we think its good writing
But he's the most biased critic, we're arguing, internally fighting"
The therapists are finished evaluating him, we've made our analysis
The imaginaries in his head, are still in ours, trapped via paralysis
We are one, the body of the beasts, the peak, nothing could get further than us
He is three, the dogs of legend, the Barghest, Fenrir and Cerberus