Being Crazy Means

[carose59]

Being Crazy Means

Being crazy means you're bad.

Being crazy means you should be punished.
                        And the punishment
 is always for your own good.
Sterilized, locked up, restrained
shot full of poisons or electricity
made compliant--
     compliance is more important than usefulness in
           the hierarchy of the sane.
DON'T TALK TO YOURSELF!
Don't hum.
Don't dance in the street.
Be careful what you wear.

Being crazy means being laughed at.

Being crazy means nobody has to listen to you.
No, not even your friends.
Why should they?
All your words are suspect.
You can't
  tell a hawk from a handsaw
   no matter what the wind is doing.

Being crazy means being disbelieved.

Being crazy means disinheritance.
  You are not part of this family.
  You are not one of us.

Being crazy means nobody will love you.
You'll be dumped off with whatever family member
 can be conned or guilt-tripped into taking you.

Being crazy means impatient sighs
 when you try to get back to the path you were on 
when the conversation first started.
Don't bother trying to say the
                           Things
                        that are important to you.

Being crazy means being dangerous.

Being crazy means you'll probably kill somebody.

Being crazy means being stupid.
Or having an intelligence you don't deserve.
God knows you don't deserve whatever talents you have.

They should have been given to someone better.
    Someone who would use them correctly.
    Someone good.

You are not good.
You are inconvenient.
You are crazy.
You are defective.
You have no point of view.
You need to be fixed.

You can trust them.
All the unacceptable parts will be removed, replaced.
If you can't pass, you'll be punished.
There is no "Love the mental patient,
             hate the psychosis."
It's "Let's dig that craziness out of your brain."

They'll hold you still while
they stick knitting needles up your eye sockets.
        Hold you still while
they pump you full of insulin, put you in a coma.
When you come out, you'll feel so much better.
You'll learn not to be crazy.

They'll hold you still while
they pump you full of drugs
the side-effects of which will be mistaken for craziness itself.

One way or another you've got to learn
Not to be crazy. 

Comments

Comfort

[wolfdancer.livejournal.com]

I am a bag of empty dispare
empty of all things that I used to care.
Empty eyes look at me
in ever reflection that I see.
Sliping away, a bit at a time. lost...

Madness is a terable cost. pretending that each day
I am sane, and ok OK with the world.
sliping away a little more
Empty.
Pretending.2222222222222222222

Re: Comfort

[carose59.livejournal.com]

It's hard work, pretending all the time; it's exhausting