the little control
we claim total dominion
Whom is speaking now?
for even the voices
within, in my head
denies mine command
when one ask for solace
some delivers terror
when one hope for an answer
the others utters nonsense
what is I?
when many self resides
inside what makes I
many Me, Myself, I
In this crowded recluse
am "I" still justified?
am "I" still sane?
when every I that
lives inside are wise
Or is it what makes I
is when every I
compromise to drive
safely to satisfy
others life, their eyes
"you are not being yourself"
How do they know?
No, They don't
They just want you to be
whom they want you to be
I don't believe in mental illness, what others deemed to be mental issue are their disgusting justification of social discrimination
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