Talk not of people how very sane; They tear and burn, they droop inflame Figure not how soon, they drift away They were not yours, they go astray How fine the fickle minded brain ! It tickles, turns and rocks and rains Inferring merely in whims and charms Reckoning unknowing at a single disarm Misfired flames that bring to ruins The gentle laughter into heckled fumes Fuming rage that never could **** Yet, had enough to sincerely reveal Displaced prejudice or hurtful losses Not the flower, that I knew apostle Sincere my wishes, apologies true I beg, conclude and give in to you
The conversation lasted into the long tooth hours of the night. She read her textbooks and then heard a mouse with its tail barely caught in a glue trap. It squealed as if it were dying. In my heart I believed it was savable. In the agony I imagined him dreaming of fields and insects and seeds. She had these cold gray eyes. in one quick movement, she took off one of her clodhoppers and smashed its brains out. She cleaned her shoe with a tissue, she said, I neither hate the mouse nor love it, it's just a thing. At that moment I was pretty sure she was psychotic. We're both drunk, I kept watching her *** and that tight black dress. She said in a very automated voice, I suppose you want to **** me now and then slithered out of that dress. ***** is ***** But I couldn't do it. I told her to put her clothes back on and not **** anything on the way out.
I'm glad that I don't have a mental illness Those people are an incredible drain A drain on society A burden to carry Something to be cruelly thrown away I'm glad that I don't have a mental illness I'm glad that I am perfectly sane I had to watch this depressing man crying on the train I heard that he went and hung himself That's the pathetic nature of mental health I'm glad that isn't me It will never be For I am mentally healthy with not a scrap of empathy!
for i am mentally healthy with not a scrap of empathy! 🖤