Catharsis from Therapy Money by Pyrophoria

Pupil
Pupil open
It’s what you show them
Not what you owe them
Don’t want to know them
Or myself
In and out
Spinning out
Please help
Cried the black-eyed that cried
Pat dry
There there
Don’t stare
Into the sun
Icarus must combust, thus learn to run
I belong to no one
I told her
She was older
Bolder
Couldn’t hold her
Shoulder
Eye
Pupil
Eye
The pupil of the beholder
It got colder
Beauty is how I mold her
Beauty in the eyes of the controller

What defines real
Is it what I feel
I forgot it
Antipsychotic
Was a narcotic
I couldn’t heal
I had to reel
It had me kneel

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Cocaine pupil
White
I do not respond
Belong
To the light
I was gone
Second sight
Are you in the wrong
Or am I in the right?

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Dopamine seeps
Out
Keeps out
I have no doubt
There is a route
And I could be devout
Something about
A normal life
Without a knife
Befall it
I call it
Sylvia Plath strife
You’re a housewife

I cry because my veins
Had retracted
My poems were redacted
My life re-enacted
I was tamed
An experiment defamed
A broken mirror framed
They had me renamed
Somehow I remained
They never saw me the same
The end was the endgame
The end was my pen name

A pill may keep me alive
But the poem in me died
And in my stride
Though I learned to survive
I thrive
I am empty inside

Drug me into oblivion
I am a blade made of obsidian

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