Ward. ( challenge)

Walking into work 
It's a mad house 
Some are in corners complaining 
Others scaring up their own flesh 
Nails filled with their own blood
Screaming echoes through every hall

Watching your back every shift 
Everyday 
Waiting for one to slip through the niceness crack 
They get their freedom and bam 
The entire staff is on task
Some laugh while they watch the scene unfold
Some cry afraid to be so bold

I pity them 
And love them at the same time
Afraid of their thoughts 
It seems like some can read my mind
They look at you with blank eyes "lost"

You must be Sick to live here 
I'm paranoid to work here 
Afraid I will get sucked up in the insanity hype 
They tend to live happier lives 
No fear, no pain, no stress 
Friends they talk to in their heads 
No need to dress to impress 
A Johnny fits like a vest
A bed to sleep in 
Three square meals a day 
Snack in-between 
Drugs come free here 

And I'm so afraid 
Afraid of this place 
Or maybe I just know  I fit in more then i'd like to admit
I need to quit