Mental Asylum

i use to live in a soft life guarded by thorns.
living your life in a padded cell
does not protect you.
it leaves you vulnerable to your thoughts,
it keeps you selfishly all to itself,
not even letting you a taste of fresh air.
the universe is against you if the
thorns that were supposed to protect you
are torn away by reality.
i was eager to get the sickness out of me
but the doctors only helped by persuading
me to leave my old cell for another…
they were suppose to help,
they were suppose to cure,
they were suppose to lie.
but life is stardust carved from anybody
that chooses to sacrifice their humanity
for a chance to control you.