Black Cell.

A black cell inside my mind, 

I cannot see. Am I blind?

Have they locked me up finally?

Another freak for the world to see. 

 

Masked faces come and go. 

I sit and I rock to and fro. 

Surgical masks, gloves and boots,

Sat still so long, do I have roots?

 

I cannot move. Am I strapped down?

Just another crazy, one more clown. 

I cannot breathe any more,

I sit, I stay, on this cold floor. 

 

Loud noises echo in the night, 

I cannot stay, nothing's right. 

I must move, must get out, 

Another night I scream and shout,

 

They say I'm not right in the head, 

I get strapped down to this bed,

While they talk about me,

I just wish, I wish, I could be free. 

 

Maybe I'm not okay right now, 

But I don't want to start another row,

No desire to live with this pain, 

I'll just live through this day again.

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The rhyme scheme is good, but I think the words can be played around with a lil' more. It's a good poem, all-in-all, just needs a tidbit of reforging in ways of style. Thanks for the write.