All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Patient 22
March 16, 2011
For twenty years I've been afraid.
I locked myself up and never played.
I sit in a padded room now, all by myself
With only a desk and an old shelf.
Etching words in stone,
I sit in this room all alone.
Here, nobody can hurt me.
Nobody like papa or brother Lee.
I've never like bugs.
They don't offer kisses or hugs.
So, I kill them when they crawl.
And I smash them on my wall.
Something has happened to my name.
It began to change, but I feel no shame.
This is the best thing, being dressed in blue.
And I kind of like the new name, “Patient 22.”
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
