The woman
Who nurtured me
Close to her breast
Who gave me the ability
To speak my mind
Who loved me
To the moon and back
I have'nt seen her for a while
She's still here
But somehow missing
Her face has fallen with time
As the pills
Have taken effect
They're a mask
The mosters mask
It screams
At the top of its lungs
Paranoia
Running rampnat through it
The cost of anti-anxiety meds
For someone not anxious
It yells and screams
It degrades and guilts
It hurts but does not heal
My mother has been missing
For a while
In her absemce
It
Has taken over
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