With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
There's a part of me sitting in a lab, gnawing on the bars of my cage while the air-conditioning freezes me alive. I'm cold and numb staring out with doll eyes as the scientists have their way in the name of my betterment.
Your head will collapse..But there's nothing in it..And you'll ask yourself
I'm sitting in a classroom, tapping my pencil on the edge of my desk while the TA bores me to tears. I'm sore and watery staring ahead with disbelieving sight while the anger eats away at me in the name of his preservation.
Something is off and wrong-- like reality is slightly skewed and I can't right it.
Where is my mind..?
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