Sea gulls in the sky, radio voices
Are an everyday thing, everyday sounds.
But when the radio is making my choices,
Voices speaking only to me, heart pounds.
Anxiety comes like a sonic boom,
My tales of woe can never be believed.
The drama begins to take shape, like doom,
And dread dwells deep, no way to be relieved.
Gulls never talk to me, just radios,
Oh, but it isn't real people, my mind
Is making it up. They laugh at "scitso's"
Even when the truth's told, no one's kind.
I hear the birds, but nothing's true in words,
Not my own, only doctors and basturds.















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