Treatment
Miss Doctor number one says it is not The Dark Sea.
She says it is called disorders
And this is why I am abnormal.
Because 'it is not right that a child would have this many scars.'
And this is why I am not good
Because 'It is not right for a child to resent her own mother.'
And this is why I need to be fixed
Because 'it is not right for me to be me'.
So she is going to make me 'right'
Because I will never be able to be right
With my own crippling brain.
Miss Doctor number one gives me rainbow drugs
That coat the deep grey sea with thousand of colours.
My heart stops beating in the presence of a terrifying shark
And the scars no longer hurt when it is re-open over and over.
I thought this is called happiness
As I drown deeper in The Dark Sea.
Oh, no, it is not The Dark Sea,
It is disorders now.
I love the rainbow, but it does not last,
So I take the magic drugs again
And again
And again
When she says 'No, there is nothing wrong with you
There is no way a child I raise would have disorders'
And again
And again
When he says 'you are my child,
you can bear with it'
And again
And again
When they say 'there is nothing wrong with you
Stop using it to get attention'
And again
And again
The rainbow colour mix together and turn pitch black
But it is ok,
Because it is no longer hurt,
And I am free now
From my guilt of having a crippling heart.
Miss Doctor number two says that is not freedom.
She says it is called committing suicide
And I am lucky that I survived.
She says I look too happy
To have disorders.
So she takes away my rainbow drugs
And leaves me alone
In The Dark sea.
She said I was lucky.
I could not disagree more.
Mister Doctor number five says
There is hope.
What a foreign word.
