Toxic Disorder

Tried to see the world through People’s eyes,
But all I caught was smoke in a plastic sky.
They call it structure—call it discipline,
But I see shackles dressed up in medicine.
Some can’t breathe, some collapse,
Some fall silent—never come back.

You laugh at the ones just trying to cope—
Where’s the help for the ones on the rope?
You call it law, i call it lies,
You think it’s safe, i see demise.
You crowned this toxic disorder,
And made pain look organized.

“and how do you own this disorder?”


They say, “Follow, and you’ll find peace,”
But peace don't come when your soul can't breathe.
"Conform, be grateful, obey the signs,"
But those signs drag some straight to decline.
And the ones who break just fade away—
Buried beneath what they couldn’t say.

You laugh at the ones just trying to cope—
Where’s the help for the ones on the rope?
You call it law, i call it lies,
You think it’s safe, i see demise.
You crowned this toxic disorder,
And made pain look organized.

“how do you own this disorder?”

It was a leash.
A cage.
A laugh at someone’s breaking point,
A spotlight on the helpless—
So you could feel strong.
But that’s not strength.
That’s cruelty in a tie.


You laugh at the ones just trying to cope
Where’s the help for the ones on the rope?
You call it law, i call it lies,
You think it’s safe, i see demise.
You crowned this toxic disorder,
And made pain look organized.

“how do you own this disorder?”
“how do you own this disorder?”


This isn't safety...
It’s suffering in a suit.
And I won’t pretend it’s clean.