They dont know anything.

Don’t,
Don’t feel sorry about me,
I feel weird, to you I am,
Taking every day to the same
Place, I know you know my name,
Is writing down, but I wonder what’s
Your?. You call this Dysthymia?
That’s what I heard. And you think you know
About it? Yes is writing down, Hippocrates talked
About it, and they rejected it, Freud talked about it,
And they accepted it. But I want to talk about it,
Me, the one feeling it, the one living with it.
Feeling the injections, and pills, where is my family?
Who is paying for this? Who is writing this?
Doc, how does it feel to be free?
Sena