Happily Insane...Or not

Today I was ushered into a doctors office
With a bin of laffy-taffy
The voices in my head
Told me something that got me laughing

My parents were afraid
The doctor looked worried
He jotted down some notes
And sent the nurse a scurry

He asked me questions
About if my voice was hurting me
But I told him it was fine
It was like having a best buddy

See my voice isnt bad
It doesnt tell me to hurt myself
All it does is give me warnings
Telling me to make sure I dont wreck myself

But still I seem to find myself in a padded cell
My voice is now comforting me
Making sure I'm well

Right now I've got bags in my eyes
And I talk to myself out loud
And all the doctors do is look at me
While my voice crys out loud

One day one of the nurses
Left a needle in my room
My voice told me to stop it
That I might get released at noon

Cause see I was thinking
Of ways to use that needle
But instead of killing myself
I just wanted to wheedle
In the walls a message

" I wasnt crazy until white walls were thrown around me."