I walk down the path,
I’m in no hurry,
Who is when the world,
Is so blurry?
I’m sick of the therapists,
Pedaling their drugs,
That they just got,
From their last conference,
“Test as you go”,
Is all they said,
But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist,
To know I have a messed up head,
I’m stupid,
A failure if you will,
Non-responsive, aloof,
Unkind is my will,
So why should I live?
In this world where I’m a waste,
This place sucks so much,
And I don’t know it’s something I can face…
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