In Harry Belafonte's "Man Piaba" there's a verse:......

.Well it was clear as mud but it covered the ground
The confusion made me brain go round.
I thought I'd take a trip abroad, to Baden Bad and ask sigmund Freud

He said, "Son",

From your sad face remove the grouch,
Put the body up on the couch
I can see from your frustration a neurotic sublimation,
You see.........
Love and hate are psychosomatic
Your "Rorschak" shows you are peripetetic
It all started with a broken sibling in the words of the famous......Rudyard Kipling.

(there follows a line of gibberish) If you want the rest of the song, send me a PM.
br>My observation: Mental illness is when your asshole shrinks up over your head and you get a shitty outlook on life.