No Surprises
My thinking
Slightly
Retarding
Time ticking
The awful process
Meanwhile
Memories
To sift
Some will say it’s a gift
Others
Will slice their wrists
A creative edge
Let’s say
An act of personal revenge
And a surprise panic binge
To myself
Lies
Under the shelf
Closing my mouth
A disguise
To compromise
Manipulates
Another excuse to relate
Then flies
Over my eyes
Nothing to treat
Avoiding life
On these streets
Endless days
Symptoms still repeat
Today
I’m right in
The hospital again
Full restraints
Tight enough to make me faint
Uptight
I want to fight
Never really good enough
It’s way too tough
My pounding frustrated mind
Needs to put me down
All the time
Fostering an imposter
The wild child
Tearing up inside
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