Confused and Abused

September 26, 2016

My thoughts conform to yours. . .forced.
Nothing I say can decay the way you've molded me.
Treacherously trapped, trembling and troubled.
How I feel isn't real.

My brain stirred and straightened,
Strangled and mangled beyond recognition.
Stuck in Stockholm, trying to get home.
I can't escape what you've done to me.

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