Skitzgo

Running down the street

Fountain of tears trickles down

Heart beating faster and faster

Sweat pours down her face

Voice wants to be heard

Yet no sound can emit

Invisible creatures run behind

Bruises lay on her skin

Freshly made

She can’t go back there

The men in white inject her

To her it’s a poison they call medicine

So instead here she is

Running down the street

Body bruised and beat

Sad what money will do

Look at her go running wild

Instead of taking her medication

She took some hallucination

Now her monsters are scarier

And inside she is the carrier

Her mind so fragile

No one will understand her

They will look at her confused

Wearing a puzzled face

But no she is more complex than that

She is more than just a simple puzzle

She is a box of Pandora

-Andrew Luna

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