Psychedelic Stuff

This is a poem that talks a lil about the struggles that I make everyday as a teenager. If u wondering about the name then .. two words :
1.Mind
2.Manipulation.

Romancing The Mind

If you think you can,
It means you can think,
You'll only be confused,
If you try to find a link.

There's a cool blue color,
And then there's pink,
Oh you think you quit,
But you fail again and drink.

You try and avoid the blood,
But you red up your sink,
You wanna color your skin,
Only you'r scared of the ink.

You think she likes you,
Cuz she gave u a wink,
Thats how f*cked up you are,
Thoughts changing at every blink.


-CastawaY

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