stage beast

this city is too small

to grasp the enormity of what they have done

mental health first aiders

they are ruining my health

and this mental degradation

on the verge of sanity and maiming

it gives me a regurgitate reaction

as if I were their audience

watching them on stage

during the mythological carnage

just in case

I left the light on in the hall

on the way to my higher self

when the subconscious mind needs to be fed

same as the conscious rage from hell

it deprives me of the air

where I usually stand

in the most unfavourable light

distorting my shapes

and equalling me with a beast

that I could never be

without their hard work behind the scenes

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