I'm spending my birthday
Locked up in the bug house
Why do they persist?
In trying to fix me
Don't they know that?
There is nothing wrong
With my mind
Just put a stop
To all this therapy
I do not need anymore ECT
However, it's not really
All that bad being
Kept here
They give lots of
Colorful pills to numb
My brain and keep me sane
PROZAC
KLONOPIN
LITHIUM
RISPERDAL
THORAZINE
SEROQUEL
It makes me content
To take these pills
That kill my head
But what makes me most happy
I know that one day
That they will have to take
Me of the suicide watch
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