Of Mind.

I don’t want you with me so why are you coming?
Your presence and noise is why I am running
I mention physicality and you get upset
Hasn’t the idea dawned on you yet
That I am a loner addicted to pain
Masochistic of mind, cutting my brain?
Honestly people, you must be blind
To think that I have a stable mind
Maybe if you closed your eyes
It would help you realise
That I am nothing like I seem
Truth is, I have never been
So take my words and your reactions
And fuck off. There, how’s that transaction?


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