"Untitled"

It feels so good
To step away from stess
School and depress
The decision I made
Was definitely the best
Weirdoes, psychos
All walkin’ ‘round
But something I’ve found
IS we’ve all been
Knocked down
Who’s telling the story
Is it Bromden
Or me
I once was set free
But shut out society
Am I crazy
Or sane
No you don’t know my name
Yeah that was me
Walking down the left lane
I’m enjoying my stay
At this psychiatric ward
With self-confidence I horde
But the value of life is too much to afford
True peace
A real peace
Is something I’ve got
Perfect I’m not
Scarred from his shot
The medicine I love
And by love I mean hate
It is something
I know
Predestined by fate
Next door is someone
I could call a friend
“Broken” is his life
And the name of his wife
It’s now time
For this poet’s goodbye
Get lost in the eye
Of insanities mind