Castration of the imagination

It was a winter morning, although it resembled spring through the window,

Mother compelled me to wake up and clothe myself already for we had somewhere special to go,

Tastefully exhibited atop the breakfast table awaiting me was a pile of pancakes stacked taller than any tower I had ever seen,

After which, instead of my regular medication; Mother served me a saucer of my favorite flavored jelly beans,

She allowed me to ride in the front seat of our car which she usually wouldn't condone,

Today wasn't even my birthday so I anxiously anticipated the surprise that was in store,

My grin was gleaming through my eyes although Mother's melancholic expression derailed me to feel the contrary,

I reckoned it was because Father returned home the previous night scented with the perfume of his secretary,

Mother halted at the local circus where she purchased an additional ticket for my imaginary friend,

Which struck me as absurd because when I would ever interact with him, all she would is yell,

I realized this was the most amount of time and money Mother and I had together spent,

After bidding the terrifically talented performing artists a round of applause, directly to my scheduled doctor's appointment we went,

The doctor and his receptionist welcomed me with the utmost of warmth as they did always,

Although the sentiment in their eyes was more sympathetic than usual today,

The doctor invited me onto an elevated stool where he fastened my limbs with leather belts,

It fell under my observation that the arm cushions and foot rests were studded with aggressive dents,

His actions didn't alarm me because they had experimented with chemical substances and electrocution on me before,

Which is why I didn't wince in apprehension when the doctor suspiciously latched the front door,

See, I suffer from a condition called Schizophrenia which has left my parents in irrevocable perturbation,

But my imaginary friend ensured me that it was just fancy adult terminology for a child with incredible imagination,

The sunlight blinded me as it reflected off the massive needle the doctor was wielding,

In a muffled voice he reassured my mother that there wouldnt be excessive bleeding,

She refused to hold my hand as she was occupied cupping her own weeping eyes,

My lip began to tremble as the building horror caused me to cry,

The needle acutely pierced the corner of my eye and in a split second I felt my brain split,

The supposed "surprise", this was it!

A soupy stream of saliva dripped from my numb lips into a stainless aluminium dish,

My imaginary friend seemed to have abruptly vanished,

I suddenly couldn't seem to remember a single color of the rainbow,

It was a winter afternoon, and I knew because that's what it resembled through the window.