White Walls
One, two, three,
My mind runs free,
All the doctors agree,
I can't be me.
Four, five, six,
Scratches, punches and kicks,
All my thoughts are in a mix,
They're pulling tricks.
Seven, eight, nine,
The voice inside isn't mine,
You won't tell me what's the time,
How long have I not been fine?
Ten,
So many strange men,
Electricity, injections, and then,
Now we have to start all over again.
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