People call me strange,
Something like deranged,
But it's nothing, just my brain,
I promise, got no shame,
'Cause I'm only temp insane.
Yeah, I'm misdiagnosed
Little miss morose,
Imma mess, took a dose,
Of something, 'till I choke.
Watch me degrade,
Stuck inside a cage,
Gotta bottle my rage,
Without it, Imma sage,
Yeah, It keeps me afraid.
Shaking with symptoms,
Crying out in pain,
I've become the victim,
Tryin'a stay sane.
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Poesy and Prose
PoetryContaining songs, dreams, poems, and prose, this is a collection of my inner-most ramblings. When I need to unwind, I write.
