You've poisoned my body
and imprisoned my mind.
I'm tube fed your ideals
until the day I die!
I won't bite on your hand;
It doesn't feed...it bleeds!
But I'd rather suffer;
So don't fulfill my needs!
You can take my plate back;
I'm not hungry tonight.
I don't know who you are,
but I won't live your lie!
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