Sane

I try to scream-

No sound comes out.

"Insanity," they shake their heads

and say.

But why

is it crazy

to tremble or struggle

when my demons

come out to play?

This padded room

proves heartless

to my cries of fear

both night and day.

The drugs

forced down my throat

only feed the monsters,

never scare them away.

Maybe

I'm better off seeing them.

Of us two,

who's the sane one

anyway?