They want to institutionalize my character….
Kill off my actions…
Silence what I stand for…
Do I even have a damn cause…
Do I even belong behind electric doors…
I’m truly losing it…
I feel like…
This is a dream like…
I’m E.T.
I want to phone home…
As a child I just like the movie..
Till I got older…
Realizing the massage behind it…
I can’t even call it hatred….
When no one understands your true nature…
You don’t understand your true nature…
They put people like me in programs…
Outsiders call us crazy…
I pile to much information…
I have over 600 composition books filled up papers…
I have now over 800 drafts on my wordpress…
I’m going to erase them all…
Just to make a statement…
I don’t need words at all…
I feel like I’m…
Losing consciousness…
What…
Why…
Am I here for to suffer slow…
He mumbled so…
I asked him…
“What you say…”
In a low tone…
He told me he said nothing…
His facel expression was puzzled…
I look at my hands…
The back of my fingers had blood on them…
Questioning if he really said something…
Or am I just trippin…
“He said nothing…”
Yes…
I was trippin…
Yes…
I’m…
Losing it…
Seems like nothing can fix it…….
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 