Hey how's your head?
That was a pretty nasty fall.
No don't get up
There's to worry about
Nothing at all..
You're fine.
But from now on,
You're mine.
A prisoner of your own mind.
Social suicide of the individual.
Now a victim of emotion.
Suffocating from the pressure,
From all sides.
To fit a mold.
They say,
"It's time to put dreams on hold."
"You have been sold."
I am your conscious
The voice(s) inside
The one(s) hell bent
On Ruining your life.
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I really admire how it does clip along sucking u in deeper. Like u are a prisoner of ur own mind because it is futile to resist the forces of the world, especially with instinct compelling u to give in. The last sentence is jolting as if someone shouted it 'cause it doesn't rhyme with the rest. Don't ever change the 'from all sides to fit the mold', it's perfect. The first part is a bit creepy in tone not sure if I like it but it wouldn't be same without it I suppose.-Larissa
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