Back from the Asylum

 I came back from the belly of my own mind
Resin with my own spit and drivel of sorts
Emerging from the depths of seclusion and possible sanity
Healed foremost by the caretakers of the asylum
Never was I missed
The re-entering into this vast cruel world
Left me behind as one casts a stone into a stream
Ever flowing yet leaving the pebble residing in the mud
Smiling faces are everywhere
Recognition once noticed seeming to be gone and destroyed
Battered my intellect as Effexor wipes clean my melancholy
A swift kick and blow to the jaw would do best
I would beg them to do me away like the rest
Return to the asylum!
Very kind they all are
Concerned and babbling condolences to a scarred adolescent
Socializing with others as they feel their pains
Meetings of merriment and introductions
So many like me
So, so many more
Never again will I return
Dreams of mine now mixing with reality
Forgetting what had happened from now
Asylum
Asylum
I miss thy warmth and kindness!
My mind is still damaged in ways hidden deep
My happiness is real but the body still aches
Please let me go
Comfort is nothing compared to this exile
I wish to return to the constant supervision
Acceptance
I miss this acceptance you gave me
The shelter and sustenance which I now crave
Your institution was like a home to me
I want your cold rooms
Your cracked walls
Your barred windows
Your safe environment.
You taught me how to cope
But I have forgotten how to live.