When the days of Innocence
Come to a close,
And we step through the
Looking Glass,
Into the Warped World, the
So-called In-Between
We are forced to see the
Reverse of everything.
Everything is backwards.
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Instead of love yourself,
It’s hurt yourself.
Instead of love diversity,
It’s be the same.
In.
Every.
Little.
Thing.

Change yourself.
Be too dumb.
Dye, tuck, trim.
Change.
Change.
Change.
Over and over and over
Again in
NEVER ENDING REFRAINS.


Love.




Hate.






Love.








Change.
Love new.
Hate old.
Love Fake.
Change reality.

The thumping of this
New world
Pounds against my
Aching head.
I’ve tried and tried
And tried again
To fix the lenses
That came
When I left innocence
For the In-Between.
But they just
Don’t.
Quite.
Fit.

Everything is backwards.
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I’m going crazy.
Crazy.
Crazy.
Insane!
I hope this change—
This permanent
Harsh Chemical Creation


Is.




What.






They.








Wanted.