21st Century Hellscape
i hear pretty words spoken all the time
about the truth
at the same time
i hear lies
i hear deceptions
i do not hear what i need to hear
it makes me very sad
there is no therapist
that will hear me
i have to be my own therapist
so i write this poem
to be my own therapist
and to keep my mind
from going insane
21st century hellscape
continuing its descent
into madness.
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