Madhouse

January 4, 2025

By: Esteban Arellano

I used to live in a madhouse

I am forced to fend for myself

There I see my mom injecting herself

I feel scared for my safety

I walk back to my room where i'm surrounded by walls

I never understood what my mom was doing

I also knew not to ask her why either

Everyday was the same routine for me

I always wanted to play with the other kids

Everyday I had to watch them play from inside

I woke up in the morning to a bang on the door

I thought it was the man that bought candy bags from my mother

I took a peek and found it was the police

They talked with my mom for a while

I didn't think it was worthwhile

The cops took me by the arm

They then put me inside their car

I was at a new building

One I had never seen before

I was scared wondering where I would be living

So I snuck out of the room to explore

I was greeted by an old lady

She sat me down and gave me a pastry

She told me I would be going back to that madhouse

A few years passed and I found a new family

One that gave me a sense of belonging and purpose

They helped me to deal with my past tragedy

They let me explore the world in a surplus

I found my passion of waterpolo and design

With my family's help I was able to shine

I have them to thank for making my live so divine

I used to live in a madhouse

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