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A poem that speaks about a mentally ill person who gets teased. |
| Mentally ill, I'm far from existence. Don't know it, don't want to. I'm better off than they, the teasers. I know just what I can. But they can't know enough. Why do you strive to hurt? What do you gain? An insight into my soul? Why do you weary yourself? What do you seek? For I am as empty as you. But go ahead if you must. Trouble yourself to no end. I'm far from my existence. Looking down, all I see is your fear. |