Taken Away
Disease in my brain is scraping.
Inside, they eat my food.
Stop the bells, yell the yells.
Today she's coming to get me.
Round the hands go, ticking, ticking.
Another blanket flushes there.
Cats sitting in the corner. Mom, they’re dying.
Tiptoe, quiet, sneak in here. I’ll help you.
I know you’re trying to poison me with your pills.
Over the river and go in the woods.
No. Get away from me!
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Heather Glenn
"If you are always trying to be normal you will never know how amazing you can be."
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