Either Suicidal Or Sane
My thoughts have degraded over the years,
And my Conscience refuses to see the REAL me.
My Mind is a Slave of Love and Fear,
I'm as ugly as anyone could ever be.
I've walked down Roads,
There wasn't much to learn or see.
And I've penned down Poems like these,
But nothing frees me of my Misery.
No I don't want Freedom.
I ain't fighting for my Rights.
No, I'm not a wannabe Revolutionary,
Who sees a peaceful World that's beautiful and bright.
I've lost Hope,
After all I've seen.
Because you're just running in Circles,
Like I've done...