Crazy

Caging me into
Your idea of good,
Pushing me down
With everything you could.

Memories of happy
Have fled my head,
Confined by white walls
And a hospital bed.

Every word they speak
Is trying to alter my brain,
Pushing to fix me,
Ignoring my pain.

To smile is to lie,
To feel is to cry,
To run is to try,
To jump is to die.

I guess no one heard me
When I said,
“If I couldn’t be crazy,
I’d rather be dead.”