Turn me away.
Really chew and spit me out.
Afterward, repeat again
Until I take it out on myself
and Make you care so much
that I'm on the next train out.
Alerts from the siren-
into the hospital for now.
Teach me a lesson about how I've been bad,
Right from wrong except make it implicit-
and take away everything I need
until you and me both believe it-
mince me into pieces
and start over again
until I'm well enough for you.
Tell me that I'll be okay-
really grind it in me.
Accept the microaggressions
until I don't know me,
maybe I'm the wrong one
and I always will be.
Take me to therapy,
restart the process
and let me be for a tiny bit,
until I breakdown
making you think
although I was 'well',
it's time to repeat
the trauma-
it's killing me.
More than I ever thought it would.
*Note*: Not all inpatient facilities may treat patients this way, but it was that way, for me. A lot of others have had way worse experiences than I had while some (albeit not that much) enjoyed their experiences.
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