Contaminated - Poem by Meinthis Littlecorner
My mind is contaminated
Full of things I shouldn't know.
It wanders with every word said,
In times my head is as low as it was high
I wish my mind was really mine.
Mine to share.
Mine to keep to myself.
Innocence would be mine once again.
Maybe then life wouldn't be such a pain?
Focus is what I need.
Needed to really be me.
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