Insanity... Poem by The Mysterious M...

I sit in a chair,
In a room with no flair.
That room was bare,
And stale was the air.

In the wall I try to put a dent.
This soft wall just won’t relent!
At that moment, reality was bent,
For a vortex opened up and in I was sent.

I came out to a world filled with fear.
When I realized this, I shed a tear.
“They don’t deserve this! ” I shouted for everyone to hear.
After I said this, my eyes began to clear.

This place had flair, stale WASN’T the air!
It was filled with color, and it I could barely bear.
It was so beautiful, all I could do was stare.
Other people looked like they just didn’t care.

When I saw this I thought, Are these people blind! ?
This place must be one of a kind!
Wait…the reason it’s one of a kind
Is because this place is inside of my mind!

I’m in the soft room on a table, two feet from the floor.
I was given medicine and I knew nothing more.
I woke up about noon, maybe a minute before,
In a straightjacket screaming, “I can’t take it anymore! ”