Swallow wHole: (poem)
Swallow wHole: (poem)
The clock stops dead
And I'm stuck in my head
Realising I'm not a malfunction
And the doctors are the problem
I went to them with stress and anxiety
As a teenage girl in society
Only to be filled with pills
And the idealism spoonfed to us at will
Poisoning our minds until we're programmed just right
To follow as sheep and never see the light
But these same doctors mess up a lot
And as my meds werent made up
I remembered all I'd forgot
That talk is cheap but talk therapy is expensive
It's easier to drug and go on the offensive
Than to tell a teen it's normal to be abnormal
And it's ok to be different to what it says on the tin.
Now close your eyes and open your ears
Let us drive you farther into your fears
Let us manipulate all of your tears
Until we own and control you and all of your peers.
Open wide my child
Let me tell you you're the problem
Let me push this poison into your skin
So you can try and fit in
But never truly fit, so we can control you from within.
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00:50hrs Fri 7 May 2021
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