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Unaware

When we reach a certain stage

Where we no longer get to decide

It leaves us without our hopes and dreams

It leaves us horrified

The choices in our future

Are no longer up to us

We don’t want to draw attention

We don’t dare make any fuss

The survival of the weakest

For us is very real

Even if our minds are sharp

They, determine how we feel

If we put up any protest

And we have a white head of hair

It automatically causes judgment

With “I don’t think that she’s aware.”

It’s possible that we’re not

We ask, “What is this new pill?”

We’re told that we must take it

We’re not allowed to exercise our will

We stay alive for your next visit

At first, you come a lot

Then it dwindles to nothing

Now we don’t care if you come or not

Why does it surprise you

That we have lost our appetite?

Or that we sleep during the day

And cannot sleep at night

We’re not interested in what you say

We can’t hear to really care

We’re no longer in your world

Face it, you haven’t time to spare

We have lost our hopes and dreams

As well as our excitement and vitality

These were all taken from us

It has become our new reality

We’ve decided to give up the struggle

We’ve given up, we’ve lost the will

We refuse to eat anymore

We have the right to refuse the pill

PS. This is something we’d like to tell you

The day may come when you need extra care

And even if your mind is sharp, God forbid

You too are judged “unaware”