I'm Insane But What Of You Poem by James McLain

Oh, God I've been trapped in Florida,
For to long.
Their backwards thinking, stretches back
Through time.

I once believed in you,
My youth they took and cut the rest
Away.

Twenty pounds of pills, I've stashed away,
If they find out,
The toilets mouth, can't consume them all.

Such awkwardness, In sin,
My confessions doctors hear, then send me back.
Back to where they pull their hair,
And scream and pound their head's misshapenned
Against the wall's.

I have counted all the crack's upon the wall's,
More houses have I built inside my head.
Layer's of paint lie stripped and filled with lead,
And babies lay aborted on the floor's they
Eat the paint.

People pull and tug,
We have no sleeves, the dosage is, it's enough
to cause a rose to droop in sleep.
And then to fade away.

So many have indured,
And to many they have died, it's living death.

Through the valley of the mind,
To willow tree's we cannot find and soul's lay bare.
And every tree that is not seen, are all cut down,
To keep a tree and every bush with out a leaf.

Their word's exist without a voice,
I have grown to slow and I they lead me down the hall's
So dark and Gray.

If this is grace, where knowledge fell,
And on my knee's,
Makes harder still they stripped away, that which
I was, I am no more.

And when I die,
I cannot say, where I will go.
I can only say, that go I will, to hell I'm sure.