Crazy

I am trapped in this cage. This cage is filled with horrors no one can imagine. This cage is made of a title others have given me. But this title applies to them for pushing it onto me. I have been called weird, strange, and many others. But as soon as I was called this title, I was thrown in this cage of horrors. My title is "Crazy".

I wish to escape the horrors of this cage, but I can't. This cage is my life until I either die or the crazy people who put me in this cage kill me. They want to hurt me. They give me injections to hurt me. They say they are to keep me calm, but I don't believe them. They want to hurt me. They lie to me constantly. The injections cause my horrors, they cause my nightmares. I refuse to answer to my title.

I feel light shining on my face, so I open my eyes and there are the crazy people with the pain inducing injections. As I start to get up so I can fight back, just like I do every morning, they scream, "Hold her! Do it now before she gets up!" They were too fast for me to get up in time to fight back for I was still groggy from sleeping. They want to hurt me. After they inject me, my horrors return along with my pain. After they leave my cage I hear them calling me crazy. But I am not crazy, they are the crazy ones. My eyes close slowly trying to resist but it is no use immediately after they close there is no escape. I will never escape the loop of horrors and waking from the horrors.

My horrors consist of pitch black ravens, in the pitch of night, that glow in the darkness pecking, pecking at my soft flesh. I try to scream for help but it is no use, my mouth is sewn shut. The dreadful birds mocking me with their sense of "freedom". They are free to do as they wish while I am trapped in this sticky black cage made of tar. This tar cage hanging, swinging in the non-existent breeze. It is too dark in this dreary, dreadful world for there to be a breeze, for breezes are sweet, full of hope, and yet terrifying. A breeze in this world would cut a rift through time itself, an unrepairable rift. A rift that would take anything good in the world away and leave only pain and sorrow. My tar cage drips ever so slowly into a tar pond with creatures that would be considered beautiful if it weren't for this scenery.