You're the anchor of my mental health
contaminating the sea I'm in
a place where ecosystems fail
there is no life, my skin's rusting
you don't believe my boat can sail
instead a rust as rot seeps in
for now untraveled and still new
a prisoner to shallow thinking
and there is no changing you
wanting me stuck slowly sinking
I'm will explore the oceans blue
away from you, your lies and drinking
I see you a contaminator
goodbye mother, I'll see you later
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