Lazarus the psychologist
The one who died
Not the one who died
And was made alive
Saw emotions behind stress
Irrevocable loss, leading to distress
A negative state, an inability to cope
A theory of appraisal
An individual’s slippery slope
A reaction by the adrenal medulla
Sitting on top of a kidney
You have appraised me my darling
And labelled my emotion for me
As hatred deep and strong
Now what can I do to convince you?
That you could not be more wrong
It is stress that dilates my pupils
And nicotine has me in its grip
An occasional glass impairs my judgement
And lets an unedited sentence slip
It is not a reflection of my emotion
Just something that lets me cope
I do not hate you my darling,
It’s just that I have lost hope
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