Dysphoria

My hands, bloody and bruised,

My eyes stare, so confused,

“Do you know you’ve been abused?

I can help, please don’t refuse.”

 

His touch, so cold.

His body, centerfold.

His smile, so bold.

To me, I was sold.

But I was under control

 

There’s affliction to the mind,

An affliction to the mind.

 

Dysphoria in my world,

I laid down all curled,

He beat me until I hurled,

Felt like it was netherworld.

 

They hug me, so sweet,

Help me into my seat,

The doctors try hard to treat,

My life feels like a cheat.

His work was incomplete.

 

There’s affliction to the mind,

An affliction to the mind.

 

I stood for me,

He laughed, so carefree.

I screamed, “Quit controlling me!”

He laughed, said, “Find the key.”

I became the killer bee.

Finally set free!

 

There’s affliction to the mind,

An affliction to the mind.

 

You’re officially resigned.