Greeting Insanity

I find comfort in the colors of the world
That's where the "doctors" have it wrong
Sticking people like me
In rooms adorned only with
Plain
Crisp
White
Walls
White room
White bed
White toiletries
White necessities
It's vile
It's cruel
And it makes them seem a fool
Placing me in a cell of plastic
A cubical of my own destruction
The world fades by
Repeating
Hazy
Just because I'm what they call
Crazy
I see white
White room
White bed
White toiletries
White necessities
It's stereotypical
It's defective
It feels
Repetitive
They first discover my "condition"
A problem to them
When I flung a can of paint
Screaming
My throat bled
Ear piercing
Agony ricocheting off the
Plain
Crisp
White
Walls
As I released the inner me
Congratulations
On greeting my insanity