Fix Me
No one will truly know
what it's like to be me.
what it's like to be a slave,
a slave to your own mind.
My words are gibberish,
and my thoughts are "kiddish"
for this everyone thinks you need to be fixed.
I am so sorry to inform you
there's no tool you can find
that can fix me.
Copyright © Racheal West | Year Posted 2022
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