My body is a brooding teenager
In spirit only, unfortunately
Resisting all ideas for improvement and
Pleas for mercy
Staying up far too late
Keeping its secrets
Loud and unruly
A real bully

You should see someone about that
Oh the doctors!
They find the most tactful ways
To describe my real affliction
I gotta be careful around those too
Especially in the evenings

You should see someone about that then
These poor therapists
Who are barely hanging in there
The last one nodded off as I spun
A tale of abuse
No thanks, I’ll handle this
On my own

My body knows better than I do
It’s the only one being honest
About how I feel
Convincing folks, including myself
That I’m doing just fine?
That’s my job