My Private Bedlam
My room is cramped
No furniture anywhere
The walls are soft
Like pillows
My cold tea in a plastic cup
My jacket fits
White, if a little tight
My pills are good
I feel no pain
In my private Bedlam
My madness is mine
And mine alone
Are you jealous of me
and my freedom?
You think I should be hidden
That I’m trapped
Soft cell prisoner
Yet every time I close my eyes
I see a myriad of worlds
Where you could never go
Where you do not exist
In my private Bedlam
My madness is mine
And mine alone
My Words, My World 
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