The Real You
My best friend and my enemy
All and one the same
The men in white coats,with stricken faces
Tell me ' Its all in my brain '
This is my spirit, a part of me that has always been here
They try to shove brightly colored pills down my throat
To be sure the real me i wont share
Why put a soul in handcuffs and medicate my voice
Because i don't fit into society's ego arrogant bubble
At least give me a choice
She's different from the rest, that will never do
Belittle, mock and medicate
No one will ever see the real you
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