Mentalisim

Mentalisim is being racist against someone with a mental disorder this poem in a strange way speaks against it saying nothing is truly wrong with us there something wrong with the world

Pyscophobic
Physcotics
the narcotics a drug
one that sung
there song
control
sucking your soul
drying you to the bone
till there’s nothing left your own
a nation of mentalists
mental less
in mentalisim
saneism
true ignorance to the too true sense

The drug
an illusion
a mirage
mere camouflage
behind there true intentions
that mentions
the destruction of your mind
and the secrets you will find
in your mind
lies truth in insanity
in lies true humanity
and what too many are afraid to face

Drugs and money
is it really that funny
or strange
to be deranged
while we live in a world full of pain
and pain killers
the only real killer
is those of the insane
the ones with their brain
individual

the mentalisim
the racism
of the mind
those blind
to true beauty
shall never find
mine

Author's Note

To be honest this poem was dedicated to my friend Max and my Brother Kevin they both have AD/HD and they take pills to control themselves and in my mind you should never alter someone or there free will you should never use drugs to be in control and again warning when i write late at night my writing tends to be crazy and intense

Reviews

[Robert delfuego or Etha..]

agreed max but some of them were odd alone and i'm happy with them the way they are and yes this is ment to be read with speed

[Max]

i really like this poem but it almost seems like each stanza is its own poem. it still fits together. only other thing is it only flows well if you read it fasterish i think. oh well. good poem.