I am tired of talking.
I am going around in circles.
The magic has gone in this place.
The ward is like a prison with its multiple locks and bolts.
They scrutinise and patronise but just don’t seem to realise what is wrong with me.
Acid rain, shaking limbs, jump starts in my heart.
All of this they don’t see,
Anxiety riddles inside of me.
I just want clarity.