Jekyll And Hyde Psychology

My tongue is like a viperous snake Waiting to latch onto a nervous victim Who senses my evil mood of paranoid defensiveness But still she walks slowly into the room. Maybe she thought she knew me, That I have a sweet smile, definitely a gentle man, Maybe we could meet, exchange civility, Later, that I would ask her out for a drink. This is all Jekyll and Hyde psychology! The slightest thing can set me spinning Into a downward spiral of unrelenting depression: Hearing a song on the radio That meant something to me When I was in love, could make me cry Or fly ruthlessly off the handle! She introduces herself and says, “I’ve met your sister at church, She says you like to read The prophetic poetry of William Blake.” I reply sarcastically, “You’ve met The wrong sister, I only read The pathetic trial transcripts of Robert Blake, ” Then I turn around and leave!