In reality this place is white,
In my head it's a dark dungeon,
they say they're here to help,
though the truth is there doing more harm than good,
white , soft walls surround me,
I'm going crazy, I'm mentally insane,
what do they do?
Feed more meds to my brain,
They want you to forget about your memories,
the past they want you to erase,
they want you to believe something totally different,
How can they help you ,
how cant they try,
If they think your crazy telling a lie,
I say I see illusions, then on paper they come up
with medical conclusions,
To them you are invisible like a ghost is to you,
To them your opinion on how you feel
doesn't exist,
all of your words are a white this mist,
In this place, the unhealthy and sick are divided
to them your cured in the head,
but mentally your sick, close to dead.
How do you trust someone who believes you ma dd,
They tell you how you feel,
what dreams you've seen, taking away most of the
freedom you already had,
this place isn't home , it's not sweet,
loving and welcoming, it's a place where ghost
go to become human,
it's a place where mental sins
are washed away, it's a place where
you mind is no longer needed,
your a robot to them that needs to be
commanded, the truth is people come here to get well
instead of ending up six feet deep,
But after staying they've figured out that they
sold themselves cheap.
