DREAM:
I'm in High School, having a mental break,
No one hears my screams inside, judging me by my hate.
I carry a large plastic bag, filled with old drugs.
The gym teacher says I'm crazy and
Follows me around waiting to nail me and tugs.
I'm fighting for my right to not be labeled,
She is checking the large bag and I tell her she is wrong,
Because I am mentally able.
She realizes she is wrong but still calls the police,
I plead my case, to no avail, she and a friend put me into a car,
And to the hospital I am released.
Never tell another soul what's really going on inside,
Their good intentions can get all screwed up
And I land in a place that does not let me outside.
Mental torture? Yes, I believe so.
For I was in my bed tossing to and fro.
The dream felt real and then I awoke.
The memories and fears of not being believed,
But instead being judged and never feeling relief.
It' 5:00 am and this writing is now done.
I'm not going back to sleep less the dreams continue and then some.
I hate where I am, I do not feel at peace.
Instead I feel contempt but want to be released.
