Madhouse - Poem by Aaron Lynn
Look into these mirrors.
What do you behold?
Just another travesty.
False empathy unfolds.
Don't expect misery to be inflicted.
Never see my piercing gaze.
You can't seem to comprehend.
I can see far past your face.
Come forth my inner rapture.
Reaffirm my disbelief.
Reside within my chest.
Then violently break free.
My reflection backs away from me.
I pull it close to me and scream:
You're the reason for this madhouse.
This caccoon holding my being.
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