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I keep my marijuana handy

I feel like a child eating candy

My emotions splinter in my mind

Thought patterns that start to unwind

My mind slowly changed

Political activist with ideas deranged

My mind delusional when I smoke a joint

A crippled mind unable to make a point

I remember my first kill

Emotions out of my heart spill

A security report created in my head

Ended with a family man dead

Listening to the voices in my mind

My work improves as I work blind

Team work created decisions in my mind

We argue over killing fighting blind

Feeling more confused day-by-day

I long for my private time when I pray

A brain invaded with parts left dead

My life controlled by the voices in my head

Voices taunting me when I sleep

Sexy words creating fantasies deep

Laugh at me when I sexually unwind

Sending me to war with the ones in my mind

Crying most days feeling entwined

Held prisoner by my shattered mind

I walk around afraid to think

Tears flow from my eyes when I blink

I am sick in the head

One bullet then I’m dead

Afraid my family will see me lie

I never tell them why I cry