Professed citizens are attempting to spoon-feed me. When they do, why do I clench my teeth? Do I hold their good intentios suspect? Even in the throws of malnutrition, my needs for every kind of nurturing. I press my lips tight to prevent the theft of my soul. From well intended communist, should I take the pill they profer? ( there there now.) Will I only absorb their propaganda? They say no. I am left frightened and disbelieving. I just want to spit! Through my teeth of course. I see my mouth as an ungaurded port of entry. Although soon the clenching will reduce my teeth to grit, weaken my fortress leaving nothing but a toothless grin. Tricking myself to believe in a cowards illusionary bravery. At long last opening myself to one of those high priced commy factious in. To saddle me up with a new set of bedside teeth and forced loyalty, so that I might digest the SHIT they want to feed me; Their way is the only way after all. LEXI HILIFE
Reason for writing:
I do not completely trust those whom practice the treatment of mental health. Many are greedy, high and mighty, self serving and dangerous. Certainly not all of them, but to many seem to view their fellow man as test rats; simply because someone believed them qualified to do so. Ah BEWARE the great pretenders who have memorized their lines and lost sight of their humanity.
Birth sign: Leo
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