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am I to be

my mind is disabled and without notice it could fall off the table
The balance from being beautiful to ugly is my reality it hangs on the edge with no room to spare keeping me from a fatality
I've erupted with fire and smoke and my mind is crying out for help before I choke
What will happen when the the smoke clear I do not know but hell will pay I fear
The pain was so intense it knocked me out
Now i cant even shout
As i lay on the ground. i cant move around
Aa the battle rages and the war goes on I"m alone I feel trapped in a cage
There is no one to call no one to come no one to help me get up from my fall
I am completly alone I cant move to use the phone
ita only me will know If i am to be
©poemmaker