All we ever wanted was attention,
Not a 4 white walled room this just isn't sensation.
I'm tied I'm locked,
"Please I'm innocent.."perhaps not.
As he walks past I stare,
Deep down into the glare.
He hesitates my look and he escapes,
Pathetic guards filled with the emotion called "afraid".
I laugh cause I'm sad,
What else could go wrong when I'm not bad.
Just don't put yourself into my cell,
Or your body will end up as bones and swells.
I am,
The Psychotic One.
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