Insane

White. White was the only color I was seeing for years now.
A bird locked in a cage, this is what my life looked like, except it wasn't a cage but a box, where desperate screams couldn't be heard.
I rarely had any visitor, if it wasn't only nurses and doctors coming again, again and again. Giving me medication, hoping it may heal my mental state. If only. Besides, I can't get a lot of visits from my family, I am judged too dangerous. I am not even free of my own body, caught in this "coat", specially designed for insane people. Humans are just like computers, they can be reprogrammed and rewritten. All it takes, it's to find the right code.