Drewp

Rattling around

Rattling Around.

Rattling round
full of pills
chemicals
for the mentally ill
frozen thoughts
phantom sounds
hallucinations that surround
in my head room
locked away
the world they live in
has scared me away
I don\'t fit in, I need a clean
break from a place
that wants a machine
and not a soul
with a creative mind
full of words and music
but not enough time
to live and create
to love and just be
so the pills can fuck off
and I’ll set myself free
and when I still don’t belong
then societies loss
is musics gain
and only because
I won’t take the medicine
and lie to myself
that it’s me with the problems
when it’s everyone else.