I look around the room

at the padded walls.

I touch them,

smell them.

They smell of sweat, urine, and blood.

I start kicking and screaming.

ďLet me out, I donít belong here,

Iím not crazy.Ē

At night I just sit and stare

out my window,

wishing, hoping

that someday I will get out and be free.

To be free,

is a dream.

I will never be free.

Never be free of this padded room.

In the morning they give me drugs,

shots, pills, you name it.

I take it.

Oh to be free.

Free, free, free.

Which will never be.