Dislocated
Strike my mind with
constant unkind
Show your weakness by
attacking my susceptibility
Don’t look AT my face, SEE
my face
Cold stream of an open
wound never healed
A smile never expected,
the mental backhand always predicted
Years into my words compacted
Density so great, I cannot
even communicate
The chain of pain never
letting go of my brain
Hope that hateful way to
cope
Denies my mind and
ridicules reality’s rope
So I deny hope for it
fills my eyes with soap
Tears are the welcome
soldiers of reality’s rope
I hate my emotions which
tie my tongue
Regretful sadness for my
call is always silent
My eyes remember and the
movie is played
My dislocate achieves unity always too late
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