All this hate that you gather
Your the only person carrying the imaginery ghost
Torn
Apart
Left sanctioned in your own smoke
This thing you hold is no joke
Anxiety
Body gave into submission
Decisions
Living day to day but in reference to the present
Thoughts are non existence
For you forfeited your rights to live in the now
By yourself
In a crowd
What does insanity mean
Let lyfe breath and start living out loud
Your smile wide but your insides is where you frown
Get with the program
Stress kills
William K. Butler
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