"The Asylum"

[Jennifer]

Hello there, everyone.

 

I am Jennifer, and I am 15 years old, (for those of you who are new) and I would like to share a poem I wrote about living with MD. I don't know if you'll be able to relate to this because it's pretty much based on personal, inner feelings about my case of MD, and how it feels to know I live with something considered a mental disorder. This is about how us MDers may appear to people without MD...Or how we *think* we appear to people without MD. Basically, I am wondering if I look like I'm crazy when I find myself daydreaming in public. What were people thinking when they walked by me,  a teenager mumbling to herself under her breath, pacing?

Hope you like it! (This was not meant to offend anyone on this site, or anyone with MD. I am sorry if you find my poem offensive, but please try to understand that that was definitely not my intention of sharing this with you all. Thank you!)

 

The Asylum

The lights go out

And suddenly you don’t remember where you are,

Or what you are about

Are you afraid of the dark?

Or, instead of fear, does it give you that spark?

There is something in the corner

It is creeping from behind

You’d better run and hide

It’s your choice whether to stay alive or die

 

You’re losing track of time,

You think you’re going blind

You are slowly losing your mind

The aggravation,

The devastation

You feel insane, and you want to rid of this frustration

 

You’re losing all of your sanity,

You stand clear from all humanity,

You’re using your profanity,

You can’t deal with this insanity!

Everything is black and blue,

You’re used to it now, it’s nothing new

Just the same old twisted view

But you want it to go away;

You want it to disappear in the days of yesterday

But there is no cure,

No medication

And you know you have to suffer through your mental domination

 

Your mind is so malfunctioned,

You want to live without compunction

But there is no way out,

So you are trapped and you can’t function

You shout of desperation,

But no one ever answers,

So you weep of desolation

You feel you can’t go on,

For you have no inspiration

 

You’re losing track of time,

You think you’re going blind

You are slowly losing your mind

The aggravation,

The devastation

          You feel insane, and you want to rid of this frustration         

 

You’re losing all of your sanity,

You stand clear from all humanity,

You’re using your profanity,

You can’t deal with this insanity!

Everything is black and blue,

You’re used to it now, it’s nothing new

Just the same old twisted view

But you want it to go away;

You want it to disappear in the days of yesterday

But there is no cure,

No medication

And you know you have to suffer through your mental domination

Where are you going now that there’s nowhere else to turn?

If you leave too soon, in Hell you will be burned

Everything in sight is spinning,

And your own mind is winning

You want to wake up from this terrifying dream

But that isn’t possible;

Nothing is ever as it seems

You can’t escape this delirium

You're forever trapped in the Asylum…

 

[Jennifer]

Wowie, thank you so much everyone for all of your wonderful, encouraging compliments! I am so glad to hear that I am not the only one feeling this way about my MD. Although, I am sorry to hear that some of you are feeling this way, too, I love knowing I am not alone.

We are so lucky to have this site! Thank you Ms. Cordellia!

-Jennifer ^^

[KwanKwan]

i love the ending verse when you mention hell and , i think, suicide. Thank you for showing your honest feelings.

loved the whole poem.

[Futur5]

Wow,it's just amazing how you figure it out :D

[taffle]

Great poem. It kind of reminds me of the song Disturbia by rihanna.

[greyartist]

That was great. I can really relate to it. Very well done.

[Jenna]

I didn't find it offensive I thought it was beautiful. I would love to see more of your poems :)

[rose]

I realy like it Jennifer. It moved something inside me. Thank you for sharing this poem.

Take care.