The Butterfly Board Poem by Angelic Warrior

Trapt there
paralyzed, unable to scream or cry
needles stabbing in your back and all over in your sides.
They stare at you,
like your an experiment without a human soul
fill your brain with water or zap you until you moan.
Doctors think your ill
they treat you like your insane
you don't know why they torture you or why you take the blame.
They want to see
inside your head, take pictures of your brain
that's why your parents let then keep you here and throttle you with pain.
You don't even know
if you'll see your family again
until they say your whole they wont release you from your pen.

(Based off of a book i read in high school: 'the butterfly board', about terrible experimental medical treatments in the early 1900s)