I don't feel hungry
Or inspired
I don't feel happy
Or tired
I feel nervous
And scared
And worthless
And cold and blue
I feel old
And used
And Poked
And Prodded
And Filled up
Full of tubes
An experiment
Gone wrong
A surrogate
For someone who belongs
The medicine man medicates me
The therapist listens to me think
The surgeon reworks and replaces me
My brain
In a vat
Its drained
and detached
- Author: jake (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 22nd, 2022 22:39
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
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