It was a human being
graffitied on the wall
bounced to death, yet still alive
the terror at it´s schizophrenia
judging eyes of the passers by
the people close petrified
That they also might wind up
catching a strange species of brain crazy
one that locked them into alone
awaken to the child´s mindless sabotage
just cooking in the skull oven
society a smirk a mock a tease
Claiming it has no love for these
that the thick layer of desirable specimens
are the only measure of quality
The silent sufferer seldom gives into violence
or even profanity
It´s just people´s personal fear of that fragile
abstract concept of sanity
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