Frustration

It’s a silent killer

 Not appearing to be different

But turmoil is churning and boiling inside

“Medication will fix it”

Sedate and calm

 
And I can’t be a part of this system

It’s breaking me

Faking to fit the mold

But inside my bones are growing into themselves

Turning into a crooked structure that will no longer hold the ‘right way’

Now sit down and hold your breath

You can’t move that way

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