I started out innocent only confused

I started out pure until I was abused

I started out honest just to be lied to

And now I am sick and don’t even know if that’s true

So now I live sickly and no one even cares

I live only to attract needles, tests and stares

All I ever wanted was love and happiness.

But who has compassion for the “head” sick?

The mentally ill…

Are only paychecks who deserve no more than pills?

They have so much power

I can do nothing

I could argue and fight

I could pout and grieve...

But it wouldn’t mean a thing

to so much as disagree

They’d still shove me the pill

It gives their lives purpose

to believe that I’m ill

So I live and fake it

Until...I lay still