Walls of White

the words were itching to scratch the paper

Silent screams of manic,

Echoing around her mind,

Her hands covering ears,

Rocking back and forth,

 

Stares are what she receives on the daily,

Medicine jabbed in her arm,

People afraid of her,

So, they mock her,

 

The girl who has no control,

The girl who screams with no clear reason,

Those who don’t understand,

Look by and judge,

 

Surrounded by walls of white,

Locked door and barred window,

There is no room for movement,

There is no room for healing,

 

Individualism is eradicated here,

Removed and deleted,

Punched full of drugs,

And sat to stare at the walls of white,

 

No wonder the girl scream,

Surrounded by slaves of society,

Accursed by the people around her,

Judged at every turn,

 

No wonder the girl screams,

No one there to help,

Everyone there to diagnose and medicate,

No one to hold her hand with love,

 

Alone and unloved,

No wonder the girl screams,

Judged at every turn,

Laughing at her pain despite,

 

The tears streaming down her face,

The scars wrapped around her arms,

The torment laced into scream,

Alone and unloved, no wonder the girl screams.

Reviews

[Tate Viviano]

Great poem! The chilling reality about the mental health crisis in amrica. They way we as a society demonize and are afraid of it. Stupendous imagery. Keep up the good work!

[Joon K.]

Line 21, "No wonder the girl scream," is it a typo? I'm pretty sure you meant "No wonder the girl screams." Good poem overall though, and I like the imagery.

[WillaDanvers]

thank you and i will edit that!

[Hebe]

You really capture the atmosphere of the madness and the helplessness.

[WillaDanvers]

:D thank you for commenting :)

[Nearstayy]

"scars wrapped around her arms" really captures the concept of being trappe, very nice

[WillaDanvers]

Thanks for leaving a review! :)