Insanity: Prologue

PROLOUGE
I’m mad.
My reason for writing.
What’s yours?
Do not have one?
Then go!
The men in white,
Countless experiments,
All failed,
I am deemed as the Master of Insanity
I have been this way,
As long as I can remember,
The ghosts appearing,
Faces in the wall,
They speak to me,
For I listen,
Never block them out,
Too many people do,
I do not understand it.
They done nothing wrong.
The ghosts do not haunt.
The walls support your lodging.
They disserve some respect,
But respect they never receive
Thou I try to explain to others,
Queer looks is what I get.
Mad they say,
Mad I believe,
Mad I live.
Then I see the water.
The water talks,
The fish speak.
I explain this,
Mentally ill is what I am known as.
The court house laughs
I state that I am well.
So sick I do not know
Sentenced into a mad house,
For the rest of my life,
No chance to escape,
Even more when I am dragged out,
In white jacket
Into a white square van I am thrown into,
And away I am sent
For the house I will stay,
Being rocked back and forth,
Hungary, thirsty, and tired,
Until I arrived
At the house.