LIFE'S PERCEPTION
i'm missing a piece to this puzzle
i just don't see clearly
people don't understand my shattered perception
no one can comprehende
(I'm not even sure i do)

Something has to be physically wrong
or I'll have to face the fact that i'm going crazy
     or that i'm already there

differences can divide
but mine multiply

i want to latch on to a maternal breast though i've already been weaned.
        handcuffs in my room are a constant reminder of bed restraints and mitts.
       a reminder of a numb hell on earth
sometimes i can't escape the foreign reality that i am defective
            DamAgeD GoODs
i exist in a bubble
no one can touch me
not even Gawd
they are all foreigners

remember the times i bled to reassure my life?
i don't bleed now
i don't do much of anything
(At least then i FELT something)

a missed note and broken strings
i'm not very musical
can my orchestra warm up?
a dry run through?
or is this the only chance i get?

in a time where they'll preach love and shoot ya for not being "quite right".
love is a matter of perception
never mind Jesus or Mohammed
they have their own agendas

i can never decide whether to scream or to cry
which is more powerful
to live or to die?
ask Jesus

i love the world so much but i feel i am incapable of feeling such love
Dorothy give me your shoes;
i want to go home.
good bye cruel world
   (but i won't let you off that easy)

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