My mental illness is being fabricated
and I know I am being manipulated
I will now be under life-long prod and probe
to make me vulnerable to whomsoever’s loathe
You can guess, I have, now, added shackles
as if, a lifelong straitjacket, I didn’t tackle
Does the Supreme see that these politicians’
self-serving acts
are meant to get their own fortune on their backs
I am just a very private person
I do not like my space’s intrusion
I know that Thee understands my version
So tell me if I don’t deserve thy compassion
My spiritual awareness is under question
and the indignity of a madhouse, I have to reckon
It is this poison weed that will eat me
It is they who are driving me to insanity
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