By Claudia Kelly
I wasn’t aware if it was breakfast or time for lunch and he asked me “What Was I Scared Of?” . Now i was partially tamed evident a corpse on display determined to rage, a dungeon was this place. Week’s, day’s, they had locked me away and “I Felt Safe?”, “What’s My Name?” I’ve been dating the medication, “PAUSE”, “Switch Over”, i don’t like this programme. Resilient but recently everything activate a nervousness and i haven’t answered your question so therefore am hesitating. Am frightened my smile soon won’t be of service, “You know the sedation make’s me drift”. “Doctor hit me up” before i dip. Am scared of living am petrified this is it. Their lying where not in need of an asylum and the straight jacket’s never fit and the recommendation’s, “Am More Than Just A Mentally ill Patient!”. Mr. Orderly am scared that when you clock off this shift, just as everyone else you will forget that real people behind these wall’s exist!.
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