Category : Poems

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My mind is troubled. 
My mind is being seized. 
My mind is being taken from me, 
By the media,
By all their lies. 
My mind is not my own. 
My mind I do not own. 
My mind is a tool,
Being used by the bodies of power that govern this country. 
My mind is an instrument, 
it's being played by everyone around me. 
My mind is not my own. 
My mind I do not own. 
My mind is being programmed. 
My mind is being tricked
My mind is being fooled,
By people who do deceive.
My mind is unclean,
No longer is it pure.
My mind is the only part of me,
That I seem to not know.
My mind used to be a part of me,
But I feel it start to isolate.
My mind,
My thoughts,
They're scaring me.
Because my mind is not my own.
Because my mind I do not own.