This is me, questioning my mental health.

[Verse 1] Every time these words rhyme, I hope I’m impressing this Lebanese girl with these pretty eyes… She said “Hi” in health class, and my “conscious of self” ass had to overreact, and yet another gaffe tapped me on the shoulder and told me to get rekt I redirected that suggestion to my self-esteem Beta boy, fly as a broken Delta wing Mister, mister, I think something’s wrong with the plane He gave me Lexapro and said “No being strange. That’s restricted. Cast the misfits out of you.” Demon named Simpson, first name Bartholomew One named Darko, one named Morgendorffer Doctor’s orders I followed them because those demons are whores And frankly, I don’t need ‘em no more But they are not the reason I'm drinkin’ this pickle juice They are not why I ask Death what that sickle do My soul is scarred, this pill is a bandage I'm afraid I could spill from this hammock [Hook] You’re not crazy, you’re like everybody else I know you’re disappointed You thought you’d been anointed I am crazy, but for everybody’s health I'll make it look romantic I'll make them wanna stand it [Verse 2] I admit, I'm becoming the issue Quoting the figureheads, handing out the tissues Who’s addicted to masturbation? Who’s addicted to self-sabotage? Did you anxiously reblog that anxiety post? You’re more Ed: depression is your buttered toast We are not the same, I’m in the darkness Smart kid, smart ass gettin’ probed by the martians They left Earth and never looked back Think they found the suicide note in my bookbag? You have a suicide note on your t-shirt ... I want to see you naked; kneejerk Seduced, yet knowing of the truth You’re a fake fuck, but your "aesthetic" is cute I guess I’ll humor you; I guess I want you But you don’t really understand this Fuck you [Hook]