5150

      
I fail to amuse you    
or make you think    
when I was mad as a hatter    
I could write you intrigued    
   
color me hurt    
my sanity is precarious    
I hang on tightly    
having clawed my way back from the brink    
did you know there is a price for genius?    
   
I fell hard into madness    
clinging to the pen    
I wrote out my delusions    
careful not to talk out loud about them    
lest they throw me in the psych ward    
5150 a danger to self and others    
   
my voices even helped    
coaching me what to say    
when the doc was around    
   
it was a painful time    
my mind raced with ideas    
a constant game of word association    
played night and day    
I even wrote in my sleep    
   
so much information trying to escape    
I could barely contain    
or restrain the entity controlling me    
   
so you think you really see    
i'll tell you plainly, you don't