17 again

And corrected

Past all healing

Lord all I need

Is freedom

To be human

To be myself

Uncontrolled

You've got me

Foaming white at the mouth

I am not a person I'm

a puppet

working backwards

I'm not causing change

I'm Frantic

I'm Hungry

For being

Set me free

I am not who I am

Not anymore

It's impossible but true

How true it is

My pretty long eyelashes

Aren't my real face

How true this is

I am not what people make me to be

Low

Lowest of low

Only dry dead grass in

The field of my mind

My mind

That isn't my mind

For it has never been me