Confined Mind Poem by Living Experience

Sitting in a rubber room,
Waiting for my ride,
Tired of these doctors,
Of people that just tell lies.
Looking at this chalky room,
Staring at the pale stained walls,
Locked doors and windows,
For those whose voices call.
Didn't want to end up here,
The place for the insane,
Feeling the temperatures rising,
The inner voices call my name.
Here come some doctors,
With a handful of little pills,
Observing me swallow them,
Oh to be the mentally ill.
It’s time to entertain them,
And show them what they want,
Or I will be kept in here,
My soul will finally be caught.
Release me I kick and scream,
I am not the one insane,
I just needed a vacation,
From the people that played their games.