My attempts at recovery
have proven futile,
the outside forces of life
have made me docile.
Medication that was meant
to help now leaves me sedated
and now I don’t recognise
people to whom I’m related.
The inside forces
have taken control
and they now tell me
what is my role.
Dare I question their authority,
they threaten me with
destitution or even worse
a lengthy spell
in a mental institution.
I just sit with a glazed
look in my eyes,
the vacant stare of a person
who has been hypnotized.
Left in a corner
to wish my life away
and to agree with everything
the inside forces have to say.
