Choices

hard to explain. . . those who know. . . know

Wretched is the state of mind, I find,
In time decaying futher still.
Freedom  fought, damnation bought,
Have a problem pop a pill.
Perhaps my view ought not to do
What tongue and judgement urge still on.
To clown the crown that speaks no truth,
The throne that evil sits upon.
Of all the girls in history,
It's me that sees this tragedy.
However, if I give you none,
You have no power over me.