In that cold metal chair
I felt guilt as I sat in it
I’ve had so many blessings
Compared to the many who share this clinic
I felt guilt for being crazy
I should of felt guilt for my shame, of how God made me
I was strong, crazy like a dog in heat
Until I started losing sleep
And popped that pill my co-worker gave me
Back it up a second I was always living reckless
A mess but blessed with strong instincts
I can never fear failure I can smell what ya think
But in a blink; The doctors got to me
My gifts were disorders
My ADD became Schizoeffective Bi-Polar
But shit it’s who you ask in the eye of the beholder
Older, stronger, badder and bolder
A fucking molder I can break up boulders
But back then, that cage finally trapped me…
No bars, no chains, no nails, no leather
Just that cold metal chair… and this grey bloom weather
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