Shuffling papers on a desk 
You look at me and the dream is wrecked 
Coz it can’t touch my essence, my soul
But the waves of mind continue to roll
And I told Dr. Power, by hook or by crook
I’m not taking those meds, I don’t give a fuck
But he won that particular battle of wills
He’s got all the backup and psychiatric skills
And a threat in the undertone to air 
You’ve got ninety days to get outta there
Or you’ll be displaced 
Into a quieter room of distaste 
And I fear ECT
Though I’m told that “treatment” isn’t for me
I see Teresa’s blank eyes after the procedure 
And I wonder what lies do they feed her 
To gain her consent
Though I’m told that’s not the way it all went
As seizures are a mystic’s disease
One I partake of, I fell to my knees 
Some years hence
I told him but he’s still a little dense 
Epilepsy,
We’ll scan your brain so we can see
If that’s why you’re weird (we mean, unwell)
I tell them they can go to hell
If they’re not in it already
And I am rock steady
As I stand on the step of room sixteen
What does it mean if I break forth a scene 
And Shauna’s eyes and her wrists 
Til I realise why a place like this exists
To house the mentally ill 
But it’s emotional pain that’s more likely to kill
And I see it etched on arms 
Hear the bells of false alarms 
Continue to ring
And they think I’m down and everything 
As I get so thin coz I cannot eat
But it’s not for the want of a maker to meet 
It’s coz I can’t keep it down
I feel like retching when I hear the sound
Of the end of the Earth
Like a needle to dial, this ain’t gonna hurt
So I give in
Let them win
My friends, my foes
And my family, God knows
Isn’t ready for this
When I picked a pair of lips to kiss
And marry a soul
It’s only luck if you get old