To be untrue.

Concentration, break my state of mind.
institution, make me blind.
Infatuation, why I'm here.
desecration, my greatest fear.
Swollen limbs and thoughts of malice.
The perks of living in this palace.
Saturated, my own dream.
Procrastinated, make me scream.
Tortured soul and blood so thin.
The pills I take, here within.
Forgotten lives, on the outside.
Rotten visions, to you I lied.
Forgive me now, for I have sinned.
Re-live me now, for I was pinned.
I didn't do it, why am I here?
It is not me of which you should fear!