they hold all the power over you
claim that you aren't you
they drug you until you fall asleep
and console you if you dare to weep
wake you up, 6 o'clock on the dot
hurry out of bed and take your spot
meals are served with no love or care
and strip you down to your underwear
locked behind 7 foot walls
they keep you trapped to find the cause
taking notes on your sick behavior
knowing no god can be your savior
though this place may be a prison
i fell safe within my room
and i might be a burden within the system
but here i can hide out my gloom
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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