They keep telling me to try. But they never tell me why. Why I can't be myself, identify what it is to have self.
Why do I have to be normal? To be trained: "now smile." Maybe it's okay to be abnormal. Maybe I want to just cry for a while.
And that's okay, God gave us tears. So we can let out our sadness, our angers, our fears.
Why can't I sit alone in a room with a light? I'm not alone at all, my friends are a click away. But they protest, they have to fight. Because to them there's one right way.
But what about those left? What about the left's way, the left's day? Think about that, let it play.
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Poetry from the Psych Ward
PoesíaFor twenty-five days I stayed in a "behavioral medicine facility" for being suicidal. During my final days I began to write poetry to pass the time. These are twenty of those poems.
