insane

They put me in a room
so padded, to consume
all the rage and confusion
i feel different, afraid
what is my mind to be made?
i can not function outside
i can not live my life
is it genetics?
was i raised wrong?
i can't think straight, my mind is astray
oh here come the med's
to keep it at bay
it was fun talking to you
the friends in my head

'till next time, i need my med's

Author's Note

this is straying more towards schitzofrania, sorry i know spelling error