No matter what they say,
I know it's real.
And no-one can prove me wrong.
What I see, what I hear
whether I obey or not
It's there
It wants to consume me,
and take my soul.
I know it's there,
you see it, don't you?
What's happening to me.
Why won't you help?
It's destroying me.
A padded room,
a white jacket.
Is this what you call help?
I must say, it's hardly worth it..
(C) M.L Murphy
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