asylum

The Prozac shuffle
Through these halls
The cold hard floor
The rough gray walls
I'm not one of them
I don't belong here
These people are crazy
And I'm nowhere near

The group sessions
In this room
Come on Annabelle
Tell us about you
There's not much to tell
I was supposed to be great
But now I'm here
And I'm so full of hate

Even their faces
And eyes have turned gray
I don't want to be like them
This isn't okay
They look at me
As I walk down the hall
They can tell, too
I'm not like them at all

I hear them all whisper
They call me these names
They blur together
One and the same
S**t, worthless, MANnabelle
Like I'm experiencing
My personal hell

There's nothing they can call me
That I haven't heard before
I've endured all of their harshness
And then so much more
My life kind of hit me
Square in the face
I suppose that's why
I ended up in this place

All of these people
Who don't know what to do
And when they keep You here long enough
They become part of you

But the second I realized
I was insane
Was when I found that this place
Was inside my brain

Reviews

[Jesse]

Ah, ....woooosh! Loved it! "Was when I found that this place was inside my brain" ... LOVELY ending. You are prob a young lady writer. Cool Job with your Poem. I tried to seek the smaller poem and was truly charmed by it. tks.

[Annabelle Lee]

Thank you!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Sounds like a bad case of paranoia… when you think everyone els is out to get you.