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"Why And Who Am I So Afraid?"
There’s a strangeness to this padded cell Seeing myself mirrored from the ceiling Lying down on the edge of insanity Wondering why I’m so confused Being the sight of my reflection Seeing a doctor disturbing me His needle piercing deep Why am I here And who knows Where one will die Hidden in these walls Once bold enough to fly With a bright mind to see My dream of being a superstar Rising high with wings of fire No fear to hide in a tomb Dark in death hidden Floating mindlessly The twisted spoon My psychiatrist With his guide dog Leading me to a cell Strapped tightly in bed Masquerading invincible The pen scribbling furiously Hypnotizing the lies inside Spying eyes in a shadow Anesthetized dreaming Mindfully is this true Seen in a puddle Waking at dawn The man in me Born in a bath Robed in white Yellow my face Fast fading alone My magic dreaming A zodiacal scorpion sign Silent with a segmented tail Deep in a cave sealed with clay Flat to slip under the door The handle in my hand Turned inside out Thrown away Free at last Without the needle Piercing me so deep The padded cell a memory Lying down on the edge of insanity Seeing myself mirrored from the ceiling - 50 - Written lines.
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