***
Free
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.
“Let
me out, I don’t belong here,
I’m
not crazy.”
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.
***