Today was almost better
then yesterday was.
I think that they’re thinking
of sending me away because
I havent talked in a while.
I only sit there and smile.
That smile never reaches the rest of my face,
when I go to the doctor place,
he flashes lights in my face,
and asks me a lot of questions,
I never speak,
I wonder where we get the money for all these sessions.
I remember reading the paper,
he diagnosed me clinically insane,
said that what happened yesterday
had somehow awakened something dormant in my brain.
So now, it seems like they’re gonna have to send me away.
Its a shame too,
because today was almost better than yesterday.
There’s no windows,
so darkness falls
within these four walls
whenever they turn out the lights.
And I only count the seconds,
and when that time of day beckons,
they let someone in to take me to go use the bathroom.
They tie me up tight,
and that’s alright,
its not like we’re walking a mile,
and four guys i dont know dressed in white
hold me while I pee, watching while I just smile.
I wonder sometimes how is,
and wheres my family,
how did they take the fact
of my diagnosed insanity?
I hope they’re okay.
But in the same way,
I shed tears at night,
because I can’t forget the day.
No matter what the doctors say,
I smile in the way,
as if to say,
“Aww well tomorrow will surely be better than today”
If i knew how to describe this piece, honestly, I would.