A mental mess, yes, I do confess
I don't think along the same lines as everyone else
Never have and never will
But you can't force me to take that mental health pill
Not anymore, I'm not crazy
This is a Spiritual war
Things will get worse before better
I can feel the world changing
To an evil, demented texture
What happened to belief in what is right and just?
My circle getting smaller
Not many that I trust
But the ones that I do
Understand what I've been through
Locked in mental hospital, yes that was new
It took me 30 odd years to fully wake up
Always the odd one out, the ugly duck
Things will get better, it's no stroke of luck
Everyday my eyes transfix and look up
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Nice poem, and self examining to, you should do more of that and not look up; also write some more to, that was excellent.
Thanks very much man, appreciate it.
we all think we're
the different one
and yeah, we all different
but still, we must realise
we humans be 99.99%, alike
so our waters, inevitably
will bleed and taint, each others
colours..
so yes, dear Poet
be You! be Proud! and sing it loud!
but remember
we all just fallible humans
some more aware
other's blissfully, unaware
but all of us, alike
drinking and shitting
till our life's, bill
is served..
(a great message
empowering our individuality
is a great, trait)
thanks for sharing
Thank you very much and great poem there yourself too!
Great write! Be all you can be stay inspired and all the great things above L.B Mek said.. 🎈
Thanks again, I am trying to and writing every day now.
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