Trip

Sensitivity was the reached goal
A little push of the wind can break me down
Toiling to see the other side of this life
The pain melts away the severed skin
Lashed beyond my capability to handle pain
Opened my mouth shouting on deafed words
Blinded by the scourge I was brought up.
Self Pity seemed to be the breakfast cereal
Damn you! Why am I being misread again?
How come I can hear you when your mouth's pucked?
I know all of them are laughing at me...
but you definitely say that I am having my dilutions.
Why can't all of you listen to what I was saying?
Now I know how it feels to be confined in an aquarium
Stared at, played at, laughed at......dissected.
How likely of you to pat my head and spit afterwards.
My gratitude, I needed that bad.

11/9/98
After I did spliff.

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