Insanity...

• Artist: livewire54
• Description: This is a poem i put a lot of thought into and i thought about the passion of insanity...i thought of all of those people in the mental institutes, and i wrote it because of these thoughts.
• Date: 02/27/2009
• Tags: insanity mentalinstitutes

I sit in a chair,
in a room with no flair.
That room was bare,
and stale was the air.

In the wall I try to put a dent.
This soft wall just won't relent!
At that moment, reality was bent,
for a vortex opened up and in I was sent.

I came out to a world filled with fear.
When I realized this, I shed a tear.
"They don't deserve this!" I yelled for everyone to hear.
After I said that, my eyes began to clear.

This place had flair, stale WASN'T the air!
It was full of color, and it I could barely bear.
It was so beautiful, all I could do was stare.
Other people looked like they just didn't care.

When I saw this I thought, Are these people blind!?
This place MUST be one of a kind!
Wait...the reason it's one of a kind
is because this place is inside of my mind!

I'm in the soft room on a table, two feet from the floor.
I was given medicine, and I knew nothing more.
I woke up about noon, maybe a minute before,
in a straightjacket screaming, "I can't take it anymore!"

Comments

[azondra]

I disagree with Cookie_Booger, It's not funny. I think it's an amazing poem, and I can see all the hard work put into it, and all the thought. The way you captured the way these people, who almost everyone makes fun of (which is stupid), is great. I happen to volunteer at the hospital, and some of them are very nice in the psych ward. I hope you keep writing more poems!
-Azondra "Amazon" Cassie Manners

[Cookie_Booger]

I don't care about the words or what it meant, but for me this poem/ lyrics was funny! The way you made it rhyme in each line. rofl