I cry, I lie and then I die
Sitting in this cage, I ask myself why
My sanity has been torn to shreds
Those men in white program my head
Staring at shapes which aren't there
Have I gone mad? I do not care!!
Rather be mad or sad or bad
Than to succumb, to say that I'm glad
You gave me these drugs to keep me alive
Now, my life's become a lie!
You dare to touch my inner self
To place my being on a dusty shelf
I lie, I die and finally try
To come back out and learn to cry
Let me alone, I can't behave
Why even try? I can't be saved!
I die, then try, and now I cry
But this day I refuse to lie
Now I learn how I can love
And feel within, without, above
I die a little every day
I cry a little, learn to be brave
I try a little, given a fresh start
I fly a little, with light open heart


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