Delusional


Im focus attention on being the best did you notice,
My finger tips typing words and not even certain,
Uncomfortable in my own skin whats my purpose,
My brain imaginations seem real,
Crack a pill,
It's that frustration kill,
Tough nut that will even make dr Phil regret his job,
Voices in my head echoes louder than angry mobs,
This poem is probably dark and slow,
Dont like vegetables but theres some demons I artichoke,
This isnt a poem it's a sorry note,

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