Asylum

Insanity is a contagious

Within these four walls, there is nothing

I search every corner and there is no escape

I yell at the door, screaming all day long that I am sane

 

They don’t understand, I keep muttering to myself

I pace back and forth, trying to understand why they don’t get it

They are the insane ones

 

They do not see the people in this room

It’s so crowded in here that I can barely move

They do not hear their screams for desperate help

I feel like I’m going deaf with all the noise

 

I’m the sane person held hostage by insane people

I hear them talking outside the door right now

They say I’m crazy and need to be put down

I laughed so hard.  They are confused, you see?

 

They talk about me as though I am an animal

Being put down?  Tears of laughter turned to tears of terror

 

I screamed when I saw them open the door

I tried to run away from them

but all the people in the room were holding me down

I see the needle in their gloved hand

This is murder

 

I’m sane, I screamed repeatedly

I tried to raise my hands but the pretty, white jacket with black buckles

That they gave me was too tight

They told me it was the new fashion

Having your arms held tightly against your body

 

I believed them

That was before I knew they were insane

More of those scary lab-coated people came through the door

 

Two of them held me down.  Useless really.

They couldn’t see the people that I saw holding me down

The guys started whispering evil things to me

 

You are a disease.  You are infecting everyone with your craziness

I wanted to yell but they covered my mouth

 

They stabbed me in the stomach and injected the evil poison

My vision bleared and I saw a white light

But before I went through it, I heard them asking

 

“Where did all these people come from?”

Reviews

[Holly Soques]

Wow, powerful stuff. Brilliant narrative, I felt compelled to read the whole thing even though I initially balked at the length - the pace was that fast, and completely suited to the topic you're exploring. The last line is a bit of an enigma, but that may just be me, or perhaps you meant for it to be a bit ambiguous?

[Revolutionary]

I think this was my teenage years.I got lost in the system.Not crazy,they just didn't know where to put me,so I ended up in Parthanon Pavillion on librium.Chilling piece with deep imagry

[NinjaPi]

very strange and a bit disturbing but completly and totally rivetting even to the point of addicting. beautiful write!