You smile at the White lady with kindness You look at the White walls littered with get-well-soon posters You dress down in White scrubs that let you feel the cold air And everything here is just so ******* White
You feel yourself pad against the Cold floor And the Cold air stinging against your chest You lay in your Cold bed for some rest Because everyones heart here is just so ******* Cold
You smile at the Insane girl with voices in her head You nod at the Insane boy with scars on his arms You chuckle at the Insane girl with her fists clenched Because everyone here is just so ******* Insane
You Smile at the patients You Smile at the staff You Smile at the movies And everyone agrees that you are just so ******* Happy
You give them a Childish number from 1-10 You give them 3 Childish feeling words to match You listen to their adult voice drone out Childish coping methods Because your problems are so ******* Childish
You can only change yourself they say Have you tried to work it out they say There are people much worse of than you they say *And you believe them because they tell you to
4AM poem thinking about my time in the mental hospital for depression/suicide