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There are patients,
and those clients;
reliant on this system
And many of whom
will die by their own hand,
when they’re anxiously
tapping their foot,
on this red-dotted rug,
in this closed room,
hesitant to tell anything,
and deciding to say nothing

When they’re found,
rotting away and blank,
The system, of course,
needs to someone to blame
“They came in with
a smiling face,
and they said it was all okay”
Although they know,
their own policies
discourages truth,
and red-dotted rugs in
comfortable rooms
listen very closely
to the words you’re
already terrified to say,
notes will be taken,
and you’ll be locked away
The mental health systems in many countries need serious fixing.
Syd Hafner
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Syd Hafner  14/Cisgender Female/Illinois
(14/Cisgender Female/Illinois)   
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