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Not Guilty

The wintered walls whisper
            silently in my head
and I laugh back.

I know they are coming
                          again.

            I will go quietly
and smile during therapy,
saying all the right things.

I will swallow the nonsense
        they spew in pill form
and accept the force-fed diagnosis.

I am not afraid
of being crazy.

I am fearful of
    being alone.

So I giggle
at the joke my life
        has become.

When the skin seems to fall away
            from my bleached bones
and the little white coated men
                  come to strap me into sanity,
            I will follow the leader, tripping
        over the road that rises up to meet
my unwilling feet.

Author notes

They have tried to fix me but I remain broken & happy. I am of the satisfying notion that we are all a little touched in the head to varying degrees. I may just be a bit more than others...Cheers!

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  • AutumnsFlame
    January 20

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    NICE! Very nice! You had some powerful images in this that I haven't read yet! Well done! The tone and flow of this were great. I liked this entry a lot. Thank you for entering my contest!