It struck me like lightning, explosions of surprise,
Was nothing exciting, just dull life through dull eyes,
A swap of emotion, a swat of’a happy life,
A shrink in devotion, a shrink by my side.
Tearing away old shelves, t’find truth in secrets I tell,
As I slowly loose myself, beneath books that read hell.
I twitch my expired head, and silence my crying soul,
Every passed word they said, hits me witha sting of it’s own.
I am trained to breakdown, and sit in a punished room,
I’m trapped and can’t get out, and am forced upon this doom.
Sometimes I wake in darkness, as the light forgot about me,
I’m abandoned small and helpless, but I get a feeling of release.
Everyday is a rocky mountain, that I’ve learned to concur all.
Though at times my mind’s a fountain, I always get up when I fall.