The displeasure of
not knowing truth from sweet lies
Is replaced by certainty
Still an unpleasant feeling
somehow remains
Truth is not always
what one wished for
First sunbeam, first flower in bloom
first pretty blue sky, first fresh straw of grass
the first mild breeze
kindly sweeping in
Spring comes again
Yet I am miserably heavy
in mind
and in soul
and in body
I am the same and an alien
I'm trapped in a mind
that's not mine anymore
I'm too big and too frightened
and nothing makes sense
Though I haven't changed
My view on life has
Will I ever be me again?
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