Am I really here?
The voices are growing louder.
I'm holding back the fear,
not quite sure what's the matter.
My brain's in constant turmoil,
from its inner dialog.
Can I hide it well enough to fool
those in the white smocks?
They want to ask me questions,
but the voices won't agree.
We have a moments hesitation,
too late, they are approaching me.
After we quickly discuss this,
they're already strapping me in.
The voice which comes from my lips,
isn't the one to make this end.
~SS
12/26/17
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Author:
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