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There's a poison in my pores.

It seeps through my blood,

dripping down 

through the generations. 

There's a venom in my veins.

It's toxic enough 

to drown out 

any hopeful thoughts.

Instead it internalizes

all the hurt like a cancer

until it eats me alive.

Pain becomes what 

courses through me. 

My mind is a self-created hell.

It turns dreams to nightmares,

wishes into curses.

My brain is broken,

wrecked with wiring issues

beyond my control.

I was born into this misery

and it will take more

to reprogram my head

than a flip of a switch.