Paper gowns and the smell of Lysol
the lonely shuffling down the hall
Mental illness all in the system
and it's better off not resist them.
Drugs to slam the hidden rage
wile you're locked up in this cage.
A visitor hour to pass by waiting
just begging to do some conversating.
Sell of your mind to science fiction.
Just so you don't cause any friction.
Let them sedate and brainwash you
to teach you their version of true.
Talk to councilors and lunatics
just for that meager conversational fix.

10/20/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this about how lonly people must feel in mental hospital's... no one to really talk to in the outside world.. just waiting for a visitor

Posted on 10/20/2003
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