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I draw my legs

Up to my chest

Furl into a ball

And try to rest

There I play dead

A motionless form

But inside my head

Brews a storm

Random thoughts

Rip through my mind

Filled with taunts

Nothing kind

They let themselves in

Without an invite

Kick the doors in

And give me a fright

Those doors now in splinters

Serve as no defence

As evil enters

At my expense

All the chide

Chit and chatter

To whom do I confide

I’m mad as a hatter

I have pills to wake

I have pills to sleep

Some pills I take

So I don’t weep

With a blister pack

So I don’t forget

To keep on track

Of my chemistry set

But as my days

Melt into years

My life cascades

Into volumes of tears

Though sometimes the pills

May stave off my fears

Sometimes I’m so ill

I hear music of spheres

Celestial angels

Reaching out to me

Releasing me from hell

Setting me free

Yet the only real time

I’m released from my cage

Is when my words spill

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