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Random Rhyming

Keep On


You
Crucified
My emotions
Hoping I’d sacrifice
My soul devotion
For foul words
Spoken
But I keep on
Coping
You can keep on
Talking
Soon I’ll be walking

***

Confused


You
Musing
You had me
Lockdown
Using
Mad skills
To confused me
But
You had me confused
Thinking I could be used
Shattered by abuse

***

Thinking


I’ll
Let you
Keep on thinking
Thinking I’m in a coma
Fallen victim
To your mind control
While I’m only resting
Playing dead
To survive the trauma

***

Focusing


Focusing on
My inner blessings
Knowing I should keep on
Trusting
Paying attention
To these lessons
So there’ll be
No second guessing
When it’s time for
My resurrection

***

New Conditioning


You
Thought
You had me
Humbled
Naked and
Exposed
So I would
Stay in this state – hurting
But I no longer
Fear
Shadows
Been reprogrammed
With
New conditioning

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He Called Me Bipolar

He called me bipolar, and that wasn’t very nice
He’s just a mean disgruntled man, with a heart of coal
Thinking attacking my emotions will give him control
But, I know his type, he feeds on sweet souls

He called me bipolar and it still weighs on my mind
That he gets such pleasure from being unkind
He so casually silence me, each and every time
Like my feelings doesn’t matter; holds no value like dirt

He called me bipolar and I’ll never forget
How easily he dismissed me, knowing my fragile state
I could show him bipolar, but that wouldn’t be kind
He’s already a very sad man, I’ll pray for his soul