This is Me
My sanity hangs
By a thread.
My sanity runs
Away from me.
My sanity hides
in secret places.
My sanity bruises
Me purple and black.
My sanity always
Seems to escape.
My weakness is cuffed
To my wrist.
My weakness is tied
To my foot.
My weakness is painted
To my face.
My weakness is haunting
To my every move.
My weakness is influencing
To my every thought.
This is me,
This is who I am,
And this is my curse.
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