My Dis-ease
Consistent with the times-
The disease of the mind-
This punishment for the unearned crime-
Drowns me time after time-
The world so grey, it never seems to go away-
Laughter but a distant memory-
This façade-this created me-
Is deeply rooted with historical misery-
It clouds my eyes-makes me sigh-
A stinging pain-My soul is stained-
This disease of the mind must be drained.
Fills me with shame, the episode- I implode-
Never feeling the same, is my mind to blame?
Oh these silly mental games, moving real slow with each and every blow, with this I know-
My disease is with me wherever I go.
Photo: Azarel
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jwiener
"This façade-this / created me- / Is deeply rooted / with historical / misery" are such important lines because sometimes when we are insecure about ourselves we create a mask of ourselves or a fake personality, but these lines show that there is not much to be gained by doing so, because we will still be unhappy.