Its more of a disability.
The fears on my own entity.
I can’t always rely on thoughts,
No matter how much they cost.
My emotions of a sociopathic boss,
Works well for no cost;
All because I’m a slave to my thoughts.
All because I rearrange lies in my thoughts.
Just lie til we fought.
But the war with the mirror is the way I got caught.
Now I’m trapped & forced meds until the day that I rot.