​i find it odd how your brain can become
so chemically imbalanced
so brainwashed by the media
by tv
by magazines
by models
and by society,
that it tries to kill you.
my mind is wrapped in thorns
it is coiled up in a jail cell
starved of happiness
and of hope
once upon a time
it was free
I was free.
but then i grew up.
we grew up.

Another oldie. Wrote it in March 2014, right around where things reached their worst. Glad to say that this poem is not nearly as relatable for me now as then. 


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