Boredom

I am pushing pills past psychotic palates
Trying to repress images, sounds, feelings
Stomping down hallways preventing
"harm to self and/or others."

I am surrounded by mumbles, unkept hair
Darting eyes, catatonic stares
Hitleresque nurses, Docs like the White Rabbit
Scurrying around with clipboards

But this is no wonderland
This is attempted suicide, shit eating, pedophilia,
This is delusions of grandeur, paranoia, and shampoo in little plastic cups
This is the freak you pass by in the supermarket,
Looking away, feeling ashamed.

And it could be you.
It could be me.