Cycling
These cycles I have continuously.
They aren't that bad, they affect the way I think.
People must think I'm sad.
But really it's not that bad.
These cycles are worse than I expected.
The changes they made need to be corrected.
People notice I'm not what they collected.
I feel like I'm infected.
These cycles I lock up, never allowed to find.
They haunt me, upon my soul they grind.
People saw me while I was practically blind.
Why didn't I see I don't have a normal mind?
These cycles I have will teach me things.
They help me find my shortcomings.
People act like I'm their underling.
This is all just for my bettering.
These cycles I have continuously.
They aren't that bad, they affect the way I think.
People must think I'm sad.
But really it's not that bad.
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