Black sheep

One day I will say
To the very day
When I fell
Into dillusional hell

I was eight
When I started to hate
And resent
The gift I was sent

Checking my life
Hiding a knife
So I wouldn’t cause harm
By cutting my arm

Just my own reality
Inside OCD
Making me feel
Safety’s not real

Thinking I’m magic
Not a sad tragic
Whose lost his will
And mentally ill

Finally in time
I worked out my mind
Was controlled by the devil
Who finially revealed

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