In An Asylum

I scare myself

I fear my wrath

I once was ashamed

But now I just laugh

I feel anger

I fill with rage

Feel trapped inside

My shrinking cage

See red and black

Where blue should be

Know everyone

Is mocking me

I scream aloud

I cry in pain

They hold me down

And call my name

They give me drugs

To make me sleep

And write it down

In books they keep

They want to know

What lies within

A soul so filled

With mortal sin

But first they need

To understand

The way I feel

Is who I am

I've always wanted to spend a week in a mental institution.  Please don't think me insensitive but I always thought it would somehow make me understand humanity better to see that side of people.  Where they've lost perspective on reality and have given up social convention and just are.  To see that side of people that is so often dismissed as crazy... I don't think crazy is a word for it... maybe broken somehow but aren't we all?