They've locked me in this cage,
Not in a hospital room,
For them, my mind is an open stage,
But they won't let it bloom.
They trapped me inside my own head,
By saying what I see is strange,
And people whose voices I hear are dead,
So to hear them must make me deranged.
I'm not a danger to society,
I'm too much of a wuss to hurt myself,
So they let me continue to walk free,
But my brain is now locked on a shelf.
They give me pills to make me calm,
"They'll help" the doctor said,
I think they're doing less good than harm,
I can no longer be bothered to get out of bed.
They took away my motivation, my will,
I know if it continues I cannot stay,
They did this to me with that little pill,
And they'll use it as an excuse to lock me away.
It's just a matter of time now,
They'll soon be at my door,
They worked towards this, they knew just how,
And I'll be 'free' no more.
Author notes
I remember what this felt like. It's hard to convey properly in words as I'd much rather forget the persecution of it, but I tried.
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I really think you should try writing in freeverse. It would be good for you to break away from trying to rhyme. Your rhyme was very forced and also, your meter was very off as well. Thank you for entering my contest.
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