Brainwashed

Fallen
Soiled from the day
A terror beyond words
And a feeling of immeasurable anger

Manipulation works on those who don’t know themselves
Am I blind to myself?
Can’t I see my own personality?

I find I’m damning people to hell
For doing nothing wrong
But living and breathing

Perhaps someday it will make sense
When there’s no more to gain
And I’m miserable, fallen, soiled, dirty

Anger streaks across my mind
Exhaustion results
Sickness and disease