Mental Health
The shoes I shop for
are rope that fits my neck
The voices talking at me
don't like being talked about
In fact, they tell me things
not fit for humans like you
The perfume I like
is really a gun in my mouth
The reality I see is not
what it seems to you.
In fact, reality is fragile
a fleeting glimpse that passes by.
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