Cushing's Syndrom Poem by Alien Zoo
Cushing's Syndrom
A nice gesture from somebody
Makes you think about
For what am I doing it all for?
Untrue mind, such a real life
I'm wasting my time
Googling nights, cortisol levels high
taking everything I ever wanted
I did this to myself
I turn headphones louder when I speak
So I can't hear that I'm wrong
Euphoria lays in my hope, cornered and left alone
take me back
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