Therapy

Saying that I'm crazy,
wont make you sane.
It isn't right to be different,
it means I need to be fixed.

Here is a bottle of pills,
take two a day, don't sell them away.
Every single thing you do and say,
is going against the way the world plays.

Because you are different,
it means that you are wrong,
and if you try to fight them,
your sanity is gone.

They send me to therapy,
to fix all the problems.
Every single thing I say,
needs to be judged and tucked away.

It's much easier to label us,
Depressed, bipolar, insane, and anti social,
then have to world except what's different.
Take us all and hide us away.

Tell the children they are broken,
because they cope with pain.
Pay a doctor to diagnose them,
clinically insane.

Half empty bottle of anti-psychotics,
they had to force me to take.
Make my mind numb and blank,
so I cannot escape.

But you made a mistake,
thought I was someone to underestimate.
I know how to manipulate,
now help is far to late.

I don't walk with shame,
but I don't hide all my pain.
This music is my drug,
by the band that sings like therapy.

No judgmental doctors,
my life is not a game.
Here's life from the damned,
the insane, and the broken.