sometimesihatemycat

I am tired, Smile
Of learned men
With dangling Truths
Instructing me
To ignore my own
Reality
That my Dear mind
These ears and eyes
Which plainly see
Are not quite
Sane or trustworthy
That all my past
Experience, Hun
My history
Was never real
Especially when
It contradicts
Their narrative
Divinely crafted comforting
That my HIGH VOLUME
Lowered, Sweet
Will equal peace
To spite the cruel
And gathering
Urgency!
That joy
Lies waiting
In their hands
If only I would
Princess, please
Just blind believe
The thinking they
Provide for me

-me

~ by April on July 18, 2019.

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