Is it insane that
Strangers are in my home?
Disturbing me?
Can't they see
They're wrong
"Please let me be"
I mumble uselessly
But they don't listen
As always
Is it insane
That they
Came into my bedroom
Threw away my belongings
And replaced them?
My bed is now silver
Icy metal, alien to me.
With white sheets
That I didn't ask for
Is it insane
My clothes are
Gone, and brought back
Are a stark white
Shirt and pants
They tie me down
Saying my "medicine"
Has worn off
But I don't believe them
I have bad dreams
That's all, nothing unusual
And that's why
They hear my screams
That's all, nothing unusual
But I swallow the pills
They're just sugar capsules
Harmless
Just like I am
They say that I
Killed someone
Have Hallucinations
Deny the truth
But I don't believe them
Why should I
They've turned my world
Upside down
I'm sick of all the accusations
They call me
"Insane"
But I don't find
Anything wrong
With living in a fantasy world
Sometimes I realize
I'm really in a hospital
But other times I retreat
Into my head
Because it's easier
Than living with
All those who are dead
Because of what I did.
It's easier to just keep
Spiraling down
Deeper and deeper
Into my fantasy land.
A great "getting inside the head of another" poem. It tells a story, and it introduces the setting in such an amazing way. As an outsider, you can see she isn't thinking clearly, but to her, she is fighting and then running away from the truth of what has and is happening. A wonderful perspective piece. Good job. I don't think you need "fantasy land" in the beginning, though.
Whoa. The way you have conveyed the message, the feeling, the emotion of this piece is just mind blowing. And I hate leaving short reviews, but I truly feel that that is all I have to say. Other than this: Amazing write, thoroughly enjoyed.