Sometimes life is not what it seems,
Sometimes it's all unseen.
Sometimes it's all fun and games,
Sometimes hearts beat loudly.
Sometimes eyes shine,
Sometimes smiles bring across
The darkness in the morn.
Sometimes a tearful lullaby
Is all you need to mourn.

Today is a day
A day to be remembered
Today is a play
I'm on opening act
Without a say
On how it is run
Or what to say
I am just me
That's all I'll ever be.

Brimming with joy
Becoming a star
Little by little
I will go far.
With kindness in my heart
And a compassionate soul.
Gifted from the start
With a spirit that's whole.

I'm brought to the ward
In my sleep
I'm confused
I'm asked to strip
I won't allow it
And so it begins.

I'm in the ward,
I'm protesting,
Military hospital,
I'm brought to a padded cell
I fall to my knees
Frightened and crying.

I'm in the ward,
Singing and dancing
Some scared,
Some enchanted,
One angered
She strikes me with a weapon,
A household mug,
I cry and cry.

I'm in the ward,
The best place
To  meet people,
To make friends,
To make someone's day
With a smile.

I'm in the ward,
I've made a friend
And told not to befriend
"Don't talk to her"
He warns.
Am I danger?
Am I a shame?

I'm in the ward,
I feel for these
Fragile women.
I want to help them.
I would be the only one
Who does.

I'm in the ward,
I'm called names.
Who am I
To complain?
I'm panicking,
And laughed at
By staff.

I'm in the ward
I am guided through
Meditation.
It brings me out of
Panic.
Eternally grateful.

I leave the ward
And tears fill my eyes.
I'm going home,
And hope to never return.
But we don't plan these things.
They just are,
And we just are.

We have with us a tree
We've planted and will grow
We've sat under it for years
Yet it's still awfully low.
One day it will bear fruit
That will call us dad and mom
And together we'll share the shade
From a tree that once sat in our palm.

Without a bluejay
Life is so very nay.
Without a brother like you
Dreams are bitter too.
Without a crossword puzzle
Or maybe a toy train
Life is not the same at all,
Life is not the same.

A life full of bloom
Wouldn't that be grand?
To carry on through gloom
And have him understand
Who it is that I am
And what does affect me
My heart gentle as a lamb
That turns into the tiger you see.