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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know that feeling, I know what it's like for people to look at you and Think that you’re strange or mentally ill, maybe you are, but they have no way of knowing….. I love they way you portray your emotion and pain, how you know that It’s not really your fault that they have seen wrong and yet you are powerless to stop them.