And caring is fake
When it comes to the kids
You just want to be the first
When it comes to motives
You just want to play victim
When it comes to the women
You just want to be in charge
When it comes to queers
You just want to be superior
Those on your side are sick in the head
Just like you
The excuse that we're mentally ill
Is simply just projection
Because they refused believe that
You were ill enough to get help
Now you're angry
Seeing us get the help and treatment
You needed so long ago
That to this day
You can't bring yourself to have pity
Standing among your peers who can't
See the good in anything except
That cross on top of the building
And on the plain stone walls
The symbol that's supposed to lead you
And guide you
Instead your prayers are tossed in the fire
And your cries are drowned out
The Heavenly Host is made of the voices in your head
And God is speaking to you
Through impulsive and intrusive thoughts
In His name we all say
Amen
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Poetry For The Masses
PuisiA collection of poetry and poetic stories written by myself about varying topics, from simple pleasures to fantasy worlds to real problems. Organized in the order of which they're written, these stories make up thoughts and ideas that pass through m...
