'' And They Say I'M Insane? '' Poem by Bri Mar

I talk to someone who I believe is there,
Of others staring I become aware,
Their prejudice is hard to bear,
It causes so much pain.

I hear them saying he must be mad,
His erratic behaviour is really sad,
My talking seems to make them glad,
Their laughter they can't contain.

Suddenly I become a figure of hate,
Their abuse I cannot abate,
To silence me they cannot wait,
They don't listen when I complain?

Sectioned then thrown into a cell,
Why, only they can tell,
Destined for a life of Hell,
This life is such a strain.

Placed on heavy medication,
Living life in sick sedation,
Now a zombie like creation,
They treat me with disdain.

So they refuse to set me free,
For talking to someone they can't see,
Madness I'm afraid I don't agree,
It is totally inhumane.

They tell me to find my place with God,
This concept I find extremely flawed,
With their hypocrisy I am overawed,
Their insanity I can't explain.

Spiritual beings inside their head,
I would say they're easily led,
Yet their practises are so widespread,
Are they on L.S.D. or cocaine?

They talk to something they can't see,
With their hypocrisy I cannot agree,
I am interred while they are free?
From their deities I will have to abstain

The religious talk to God knows who,
Yet I'm condemned for what I do,
Their invisible beings they claim are true.

‘' And They Say I'm Insane ‘'