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Institution

Professionals always playing with me    
This crazy game is my reality    
Spinning thoughts are constantly in my head    
This mental abuse I wish I was dead    
   
But I'm confined in this institution      
How did I get in this situation      
The echoes outside my imprisoned walls    
Helping me escape but my freedom falls      
   
Controlled by the hands that dictate this game    
Knowing this I will never be the same    
Please put me down so I can sleep at night    
Because you never can make me feel right    
   
A microcasm to the world you know    
We are just prisoners watching this show    
     
     
 
Written by Mstrmnd1923
Published | Edited 10th Feb 2024
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