White Walls 9-23-11

Wake up to white, unpersonalized walls,
They check every 15 minutes where we are throughout the halls.

Look outside and see some fog and mist,
Talk to the new therapist.

I watch the world go on outside my window,
Will I still be here when it snows?

Watch a few movies,
Talk in group therapy.

I don't need their help,
I've been happier ever since I started helping out myself.

I haven't gone to their school yet,
Fifth grade work comes in sets and sets.

I had a pencil to write with,
Instead of markers and crayons taking their shift.

Switch my meds, still unhappy,
Mom seems less than happy.

She was mad at admissions, didn't call last night,
Maybe they lost the number or maybe they're too full of fright.