People walk by

Terrified of me

Their pace goes faster

When they walk beside me

They think

I'm insane

Just 'cause

I escaped from that

What did my parents call it?

Hospital?

Well to me

It seemed like

A prison

So many people

Dressed in white

Bringing me to places

Where

The walls were made from pillows

And every time

They would give me

A jacket

Even when I wasn't cold

All those medicines

Even though I wasn't sick

And every once in a while

People ask me

To come with them

Just 'cause I have this

Silver bracelet

With some numbers

Your supposed to call

If you've seen me or something

Ah, well..

I've gotten rid of it

A long time ago

One person

Actually had the nerve

To ask me

If a suffered from insanity?

Ha! What a question!

My answer was

"I don't suffer from insanity..

I enjoy every second of it"

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*laughs maniacally* I dunno..! *shrug*