The Machine

BLARG Unfinished I needed to save it somewhere.

 

The system force-feeds mindless information

To your child’s mind, preventing reformation.

You’re all grown up but you’re still being oppressed.

When you realize this they give you pills & label you ‘depressed’.

 

Tell your psychologist your problems and your nightmares.

He assures you the truths you’re witnessing aren’t really there.

He labels you with paranoia, doubles up your doses.

“Psychotic, neurotic” insults you with his diagnosis.

Reviews

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what a great start to a piece...
sometimes i wonder if anyone else sees the things i do...
well your poem proves there is at least another person out there.
great idea, great start to your poem.

[Mysty Rayn]

Wonderful beginning. I have a feeling this will end up on my favorites when you're done.