My Diagnosis: I Grew Tired Of Your Psychosis

My Diagnosis

You don't like all that you have,
but you have all that you like.
I don't know 'bout your expectation,
but I'm clear on your fabrication.
If you aren't sure what it is,
It is about what you aren't.

For sure, I liked the adoration,
but I seek a better libation.
I might not know who I am
but I know who you're not
Let me lay out my diagnosis,
I grew tired of your psychosis.

You are not the best I've had,
but I know you've had your best.
It's me who moved you toward secretion,
and each time you enjoied completion.

The ending won't make you cry,
but your crying made it end.
So I am fine with my removal;
So, here's the end, sans your approval.