Silenced

Psychotic depression. Nervous breakdown. Multiple personality disorder.
That's what the doctors diagnosed me with, but I know better.
I know what I see is real. The enigma here is that people refuse to see what I see: reality. People don't want to hear the truth about what happened that night because they cannot change it. So they chose to lock me up in attempt to silence me. I refuse it.
Nobody believes me, but I didn't kill anyone that night. Will you believe me?