They tell you your mind is a sickness,
Our thoughts a disease.
They force their remedies down our throats,
Lock up our hopes,
Tell us the things everyone has told.
Those little lies, fake smiles.
Their stupid words aren't worthwhile.
They say these little things are the answer,
Their inventions, the key,
And that the only thing that's messed up is me.
Restrained in our words,
Watched as we live,
These cages tightened,
We are all held captive.
Those with 'disorders',
The ones that have more,
Than just the standard mind,
Are shunned and beaten sore.
Feared for who they are,
Asked to change,
Because society hates those who are 'strange'.
The ones who are different, minds a bit special,
Forced into bottles, taking the pills.
Take your prescriptions,
Take the cure,
Take the medicine,
Please be assured...
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Thinking About Random Stuff
RandomI just want to write. It's a mess. I like writing. Poetry I guess, who really knows what monster I've created. Deep thoughts and sometimes me trolling myself. Fun.
