I was different
I liked it that way
I was creative
I was thoughtful
had a big imagination
daydreamed often
Hopes were high
Expectations too
Dreams of what was
the impossible
I was judged for that
Maybe I was...
too different.
Too weird? Too creative?
Imagined too much?
Daydreamed too often?
Were my dreams
just that unrealistic?
I thought something
was wrong with me
The way others acted...
What were they
ever really thinking?
I have been called
many things
for the way I am
But the one that stuck
Hurt the most
Made no sense
Was mental
It sounded so foreign
so simple...
But so powerful
I went to the doctor
My parents saw
the difference
of how I changed
I ate less
slept more
talked less
cried more
Was I that obvious?
The test was positive.
The voices in my mind
negative and dark
positive and soft
Mixed in with
one another
They took me somewhere
somewhere far away
I was confused
Did I do something wrong?
Or was I just...me?
I felt crazy in a place like this
Intimidated
Scared
Confused
Lonely
So I talked to the shadows
I grinned at thin air
That's what they told me
"It was all in my head"
I didn't care anymore
I felt numb
I felt...truly mental
Like I finally broke.
*
"We're all a little mad here...
After all,
that's what asylums are for,
aren't they?"
