I sit in the corner of my unbearably white room.
Movement restricted by a straight jacket.
They say I'm insane.
But I think it's the other way around.
Just because I hear voices doesn't mean I'm insane.
It's not like the voices tell me to kill.
I should not be the one in this small white room.
I throw myself against the walls hoping to blackout.
But they're padded.
Just my luck.
I have to remain awake through this lonely exsistance.
Constantly drugged in order to keep me calm.
No longer able to fight.
Restrained by the drugs and my straight jacket.
They claim that they're trying to make me sane.
But it's all a lie.
Cause I am sane.
They just fear what they don't understand.
 KariH8sEvry1 · Thu Apr 28, 2005 @ 01:36am · 2 Comments |
