by Ellis Schilling
Mind fuzz,
Everything not real,
Turns out someone’s been meddling my brain,
For the last five years,
Through the vessels, through the veins,
Through the way I behave,
Betrayed by flour,
Piled in a box,
With pretty sequences on top,
Blue hands,
Scribbled face,
Broke into a rage race,
The advice was denied,
The apology subsides,
No trust anymore,
They all knew,
All these years it was just a placebo,
It was hard for you meddling me sane,
In the bathroom that you locked up,
With the key you hid away.
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