I'm Insane not a Number

 White coats are so yesteryear
now you all walk round in t-shirts
attempting to convince me
you are new-age hippy converts

“To ease your troubled mind”
a week locked in isolation.
Now you're whispering months
of enforced indoctrination.

To suppress my volatile moods
you force-feed me medication
intended to make me pliable
but murdering my motivation

Becoming one of Pavlov's puppy’s
salivating for my freedom
or into a clockwork mannequin
reflexive for no reason

One implemented inducing pain
Two attempted sharing kindness
Three locked me into dark voids
Four(ce)  thoughts free in blindness

I'm smiling and waving on cue again
Satisfactory little boy
To convince you I'm fully mended
at least, that's my usual ploy

Locked away, freed from pain
do you actually attempt to see
the life-force hidden deep within
the soul that's really me?

Let's face some actualities
Stop placating me with bullshit
I exist outside your reality
So please undo my commit

Waggy  01.06.2012