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Poisoned Mind
My mind is decaying,
I don't have much time
They can not see the poison in my mind
They can not see it as such they do not believe it
They do not believe me when I say i’m dying
They do not believe me when I say I want to give up trying
Why?
Published 13th Apr 2023
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13th Apr 2023 8:32pm
A silly illusion
A childish game
Who can seem strongest
Who can seem most sane
A cold sweaty fasad
Desperate and scared to be odd
We must win to fit in
and be wealthy and healthy
No matter your inner faculty
No one wants to see
No one wants to hear
The pain
reality
fear
That we're here
We are we...
And what the hell are we doing?
No one knows
So don't show it....shhhh
No ones knows it... shhhh
But we're all sick and mislead
by the lies we've been fed
A childish game
Who can seem strongest
Who can seem most sane
A cold sweaty fasad
Desperate and scared to be odd
We must win to fit in
and be wealthy and healthy
No matter your inner faculty
No one wants to see
No one wants to hear
The pain
reality
fear
That we're here
We are we...
And what the hell are we doing?
No one knows
So don't show it....shhhh
No ones knows it... shhhh
But we're all sick and mislead
by the lies we've been fed
