Pills

They gave me these pills 

They want me to change 

I'm scared to be happy 

I'm afraid to be sane 

If I take these capsules 

If I swallow these pills 

Will it change who I am?

What part of me will it kill?

Instead I have flushed them

I refuse to be modified 

Because I'd rather be crazy

Than not be in controle of my mind

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