I suppose
you are making
me guilty of things
of the jokes I'm saying
pretending
to be someone else
turning me off
purposely
I suppose
you are telling
me half baked information
agitation and frustrations
sending me false signals
to my brainwaves
you're altering
But guess what
you've been poked
by a six-inch needle
in the right eye
bleeding and crying
begging for life
in my mind
right now,
my bad.