Tuesday, 20 June 2017

My Own Victim

My delusions were my own,
Mischievously prone
To play with my sanity
That imprisoned me.

I was locked up in my mind,
Contemplating reality in kind,
As everyone was under scrutiny
A mental and stupid travesty.

For a long duration of sedation,
I was under investigation,
For I was observably thick
With the stick that comes with being sick.

I travelled through a nightmare,
Without a personal care,
And with shouts of suppression
I instrumented my own depression.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 20/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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