{ unrelated , but i did a fictionkin bingo . . . anyways , here 's my poetry . -eyes walking through those doors, so familiar and yet so strange to me i feel the cameras eyes i know they don’t mean harm how could they? and yet something unsettles me what if what if what if what if the desks and chairs i sit in every day all feel new to me as i trip drop a pencil get (something?) wrong misunderstand harmless mistakes amplified by them watching waiting judging as i fumble and fall pick myself up and the world grows calm i’ve done enough and i may leave -pain pain pure unfiltered quiet pain. as i look down towards my now stinging wounds, blood pooling down onto the soft fabric of my bedsheets, my hand begins to quiver the softest trace of regret is quickly washed away by the storm of words that have become so familiar to me they quickly stop, though as my hand steadies gripping the (shiny?) object i’m so used to now and my hunger is satiated. why? noone really knows and noone can fault them i’m not them -bitter i wake up look around the walls are dull everything’s dull broken glass , scattered on the floor i should clean that but i can’t bear the burden of getting out of bed. i sit up, weak arms pushing my frail body up against the old pillow to take my pills they don’t work they never have but i still hold on to the part of me that’s human i pick up my cup it’s broken yet i still keep the routine of sipping from it and forcing the pill down my throat it hurts i’m nauseous my head feels weird i’m dizzy and still every day i take my medicine. -asylum sitting in my bed waiting waiting for the little faeries that come visit me at night for the dolls that seem to shift and merge as they dance, putting on a show to keep me entertained for the silly unicorns and blunt gnomes to come take me away for the pill to wear off. they say i’m crazy they say i need help they say mean, mean words that i need “therapy” whatever that is it sounds fun that i have a “disorder” a yummy food when the door opens i scream and yell and kick my feet but i’m quickly quieted and they give me the pill once again silenced forever waiting for the nice man in his big white coat to come and set me free { none of my work is created , checked , or fed through ai . please do not do so . <3
