The pain stings and seeps over her iris
As her smile brightens up her face
And erases any sort of proof
That she were on the brink of hate.
No one questions when she is settled
Safe with no harm
But it takes just an outburst
To disrupt this calm.
Red and blue lights shine like before
She has the knowledge
That she is on the brink of another psych ward.
So, she flattens her face and wipes her eyes.
Starts covering up that hate
That hate that suddenly appears
As the police approach and ask what the problem is tonight...
She makes up a another story straight out of spite.
I have ******-Affective disorder and have many run ins with the cops checking my sanity. If things are not said correctly or my emotions were not in check, I would be detained and sent to a psych ward. Note that now I am on medications and tend to have very eccentric way of writing. Though sometimes I feel my creative writing is inhibited by the medications, I know that I am better safe than sorry. Thank you for reading.
