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3d
I always tell three truths
And one lie
Or is it three lies
And one truth?
The doctor said
People like me
Can never be trusted
Everything they say is a white lie
The nurses said
I don’t believe you
As I swore I couldn’t breathe
Choked and fell down
My old medical record
Called me
Histrionic
Manipulative
Narcissistic
So lock us up
Won’t you?
Tie us to our hospital beds
Inject us
Lobotomize us
Electrocute us
Put us in rooms
That kills us inside and out
Scream at us
Call us pathetic *****
Who aren’t like the rest of humanity
And can never be ‘normal’
Only call us by our names
When we have to take our
Medications
Medications that
Shut you up for good
Makes the world rush in waves
While your speech becomes slow
And slurred
And when you’re done with us
After you **** us inside and out
You can discard our dead bodies in our homes
Where everyone truly believes we are
“Cured”
And your shadows watch us
From the corners
Making sure we are
Always silent

But I never will be
I was always taught to fight back.
Fathima Valliyangal
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Fathima Valliyangal
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