Turning Point?


The circle keeps on turning,
but I hate this silent mourning.
I have such an anger burning.
I've become overwhelmed in this hurting.

The circle keeps on whirling.
Motion sickness. Stomach's churning.
The fear is quite disturbing,
trapped in the memories reoccurring.

The circle keeps on conforming.
More and more people lurking, observing.
In the morning, once again I'm hurling.
More and more people swarming.

Another test they begin performing ...
Can't you fuckers take a warning?!

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