By Katrina Boblin

Cold metal bars scatter the sun,
As the reflection of happiness from outside
Lingers on my wall.
Police are fully armed,
writing notes,
Pacing down the halls.
I feel them watching me,
Watching my every move,
Waiting for me to try
To break loose from insanity's horrid grip.
I lie in my cell
That people call my life.
Nothing to do all during the day
But sit here and stare
At my hands that aren't free
To comb through my long hair.
As I slowly get farther from sanity,
I look up at the bars.
If I look my hardest,
I can see the others looking past.
Looking past my eyes,
Past my mind,
And looking at my soul,
They would even look past my heart,
If it weren't a black hole.
Had been shattered so many times,
Into tiny peaces,
Tiny like the pills that i am forced to swallow.
So this is how I feel.
My life,
My insanity.

Submitted By butterfly

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