Going sane

A small poem


1. Going sane

     Is this what it feels to be sane?

Is this what everyone craves to feel?

It feels like nothing

Like I am nothing but a shell,

Like the small white pill in my hand

took away all of my feeling.

Is this what it feels like to be sane?

To not be able to  think or speak?

At least when I was insane,

I could feel the pain in my brain.

Now I am nothing but steel,

Cold and unyielding to the touch.

Is this what they meant by better?

When they handed me that bottle?


If this is truly sane,

I'd much rather be insane.

The pills make us sane,

But the pills do not help.


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