"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Monday, March 1, 2010

Mental

It's like I can't focus because everyone is staring at me
only they aren't.
And maybe they can hear everything I'm thinking?
but I know they can't.
Either way I can't think what I want
or say what I want
or do what I want.
Big Brother has come to my life, to my house, to my mind
and he won't leave.
It's the Truman Show all over again
and I'm trapped in the monotony that is my mind.
It's like a steel cage, surrounded by people that are anxious to get in.
Or maybe I need to keep them out.
I don't know what to think because everyone will hear it
and I don't know what to say because everyone will know about it.
even this isn't safe.

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