I am presumed psychotic and in denial
I wonder if I will ever leave this place
I hear people screaming down the halls
I see nurses rush to quiet them
I want to be free
I am presumed psychotic and in denial

I pretend I am not here
I feel their eyes watching me
I touch the bars gently
I worry I will never leave
I cry out trying to get someone to notice me
I am presumed psychotic and in denial

I understand why they treat me this way
I say I am fine
I dream of the day I am free from this place
I try and explain
I hope one day they realize their mistakes
I am presumed psychotic and in denial