I can't control it

i've tried

The people here try to help

i can tell

But its their job

they have to

they don't want to

I'm not their top priority

I never was


The white rooms

thats all i can think of

sitting on a chair

having the clipboard stare me down

Questions i don't want to answer


They put me away

they said it was for my own good

i don't believe them

im here because they can't handle me

they say they love me

you can't love a monster


i don't know how long i'm going to stay here

they didn't tell me

i know there are others

i just don't see them

they tell me i'm sick

but they can help

i don't want help


here come the questions

“how do you feel today?”

i don't answer

i dont trust them

They look down at the board

“what did you have for breakfast?”

i don't answer

“have you made friends here?”

i don't answer


My days repeat

they are running together

I dont know what day it is anymore

I cant keep track

Its to much

day after day after day

of the same thing

waking up in this room

the questions

not knowing when i can leave


This is how i live

this in my life

everyday

I cant control it

Ive tried