Inspired by 'Girl Interrupted'
A poem about someone denying insanity.
I swear to you I'm not crazy
The words knife edged, slitting my wrists for me
Don't you dare put me in that straight jacket
Or force feed me those pills
I don't need them
They do nothing for me
Freedom, fresh air
I yearn for it
But I'm trapped between these four milk walls
Gazing out my window
Where I belong
Disbelieving eyes peer down from white jackets
Black pen whip across unforgiving paper.
It's all lies!
Yes, I feel sad
Don't we all?
Maybe I see things that aren't really there
Or consider killing myself because nobody cares
Talk to myself because I hate being alone
And scream when people don't hear me moan
Perhaps I need help
With my pendulum temper
But that doesn't mean that my mind's on the bender
I don't need a visit upon your black seat
Or a long plastic tube just because I won't eat
As right as rain
And I swear to you, Doctor
That I am sane.