Sane And Stable

I still hear sad, patronising voices

And am subject to their bad choices

Of reprimanding me and my sanity –

Within reasoning as I am so needy.

 

I have been to see the psychotic Shrink,

Where it makes you so rationally think

Of a stink that can take you to the brink

Of despair, as they seemingly don't care.

 

I have to wait in what was a debate

In how I was to passionately relate

That my detrimentally respective ills

Are because of sedating, strong pills.

 

I am in a sporadic state of sleeping,

The hours are stolen away resting,

I am always tired throughout my day

And feel like I’m rotting with decay.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 21/07/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.