Originally written: 4/1/99
Insanity lives inside my brain,
loving the feeling, but not the pain.
Bouncing off the padded walls,
voices inside, only I hear their calls.
Remembering the knife piercing his heart,
Uh oh! Here comes the pill cart!
Hiding the lithium under my tongue,
they know, pricked with a needle, OUCH! That stung!
Chained down to my bed,
not knowing if I'm alive or dead.
My eyelids are heavy, I begin to dream,
suddenly awakened by the sound of a scream.
I didn't realize I was the one who screamed,
i thought I was sane, or so it seemed.
Released and sent back to my room,
trying to act normal, but for what? For whom?
Tomorrow has become today and everything repeats like yesterday,
again, I'm restrained until I learn to obey.
I thought I was sane, it just doesn't make sense,
I guess sleeping forever is my best defense.
The end
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