by Ellis Schilling

Mind fuzz,

Everything not real,

Turns out someone’s been meddling my brain,

For the last five years,

Through the vessels, through the veins,

Through the way I behave,

Betrayed by flour,

Piled in a box,

With pretty sequences on top,

Blue hands,

Scribbled face,

Broke into a rage race,

The advice was denied,

The apology subsides,

No trust anymore,

They all knew,

All these years it was just a placebo,

It was hard for you meddling me sane,

In the bathroom that you locked up,

With the key you hid away.