I was in a hellish hell, but now I am well,
I used to shout at everyone being very ill,
I was unruly and not myself I hereby tell,
Under the influence of not taking a pill.
I wasn't taking my medication you see,
Which was too much of a sedation to me,
But now I'm back on injections I'm happy,
As I'm on the right dosage permanently.
I used to talk nonsense, making no-sense,
My family and friends were in suspense
At myself acting and being crazily crazy
To all and sundry, especially to I and me.
I hear voices you see, who instigate hate,
They convince me to what is nonsense
And I act upon my delusions I do relate,
Shouting at the populace being so dense.
I can't help but believe what my voices say,
They can control my actions in every way,
It is like I am just a passenger in my mind
As they rant and rage, to me as well in-kind.
I spent sixteen months on a psychiatric ward,
And when I got better I was extremely bored,
As the hospital ward is so not the place to be
When you are well, no-longer acting crazily.
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