Massive atomic confusion

I’m building up,

mounting tension,

I can’t break –

Bend the rules,

but play your part –

the missteps I have to take.

Who am I now

Who am I ever

Curled up in a ball,

sweat drowned me in a river.

Made up my mind,

I’m feeling fine,

never gold,

always silver.

Severe repression

of every issue

that keeps me up at night.

Rotting flesh,

the silent killer,

up all night

to work and die,

right here in the middle.

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