Loopy Shrink

The amateur architect
constructs a house of cards.
A collapse is in the wings waiting for petards.

What the hell, pretend it's well:
fake it till you make it.
Later on at break of dawn craft puzzles to fit.

Madness and sadness accrue
as sinister dolors.
Cherry, ruby, black and blue are all true colors.

Pollyanna and spoilsport
twist each reality.
Nothing is all bad or good nor duality.

An appeal for something real
keeps a decent outlook.
Wide array of feelings say don't follow the book.

The amateur therapist
is just a loopy shrink:
feelings deny and live a lie by the slight of pink.