Scream until your lungs can't take it.
They don't know your secret.
They think they can cure you.
Of your "Illness".
Shutter as you walk foward.
Time to let go of this wretched world of misery.
Is this right?
Hit the wall with all your might.
Fight with all that's left of your mutelated heart.
Don't let them think they can control you.
They can damage you're physical being.
But your mind must stay made up.
Question them, you do.
Why?
I'm not crazy.
I'm fine.
Not sick.
Believe me.
Please. PLEASE.
Beg, do not.
Plead, you mustn't.
Crying will kill you.
They don't know you.
You are an obsolete in their eyes.
A worthless creature of ignorance.
They will stop at nothing to tansform you.
Become a productive citizen is what they say.
We will help you, we will fix you. You'll be good as new.
Lies. Promises kept but also fixed.
Why fix what isn't broken?
They won't let you go.
But you will.
Run.
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Why fix what isn't broken? That's a question commonly asked. But what if you a broken?Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
