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Mental Malfunction

I don’t feel right in my skin; then again I don’t feel right at all. The constant sounds that fly around cause my brain to be beaten till I am dumbfound. Never have I found the strength to scream, but I have the strength do other things. It is hard for me to believe how a bee dies after it stings or how a caged bird manages to sing. To imagine the unthought-of of only comes to my eyes-
I have cried to no eyes when my faith spills out of this vase of mine. I have carried my lies upon my own spine, the guilt that provides the weight as I carry on till my back begins to break. I have cried but I consider my soul to be larger than the largest library’s collection of letters. I scream inside as I look at the mirror that reflects my own face, for I am to blame for my own Mental Malfunction.