Liar's Club

I took a bite of tainted truth. Believed in someone who had no couth. The system turned it all around. Now I'm trying to gain lost ground. The facts they found were misconstrued. In my blind faith I just got screwed. They made a mess behind my back. Where justice slips right through the crack. Protocol and preconception. Rule the day without exception. Well now it's time to have my say. To yank their chain and have my way. They all think that they are right. But I have just begun to fight. And in the end someone will pay. Besides me on judgement day. Note: My commitment was based on essentially two aspects. One was suicidal, and the other was homicidal. Please bear with me as I explain the latter. Suicidal is self explanatory, and I thought that was essentially the main reason why this therapist called the security guard to escort me down to the ER to be processed to be put in the hospital. This is a long story, so I need to back up a bit and preface this moment in time with what brought me to this session. I went into another stress center a month before this for five days and this therapy session was my first follow up to that start of trying to get back on track in my life. Well, this first time therapist started out asking me if I ever had thoughts about hurting my old girl friend. And so in the interest of trying to deal with the realities of my life. I proceeded to tell her that I had thoughts once about going to her front porch and just blowing her head off with a shotgun. Please be mindful here. That that was just a thought and not one iota of any realistic intention of ever doing anything like that. But she took it at face value that I wanted to do that and that now to her, I was a dangerous person. When in truth, out of pain, I ruminated in that thought very shortly. Actually a passing thought out of pain. Well, moving forward a bit. They committed me about 2 weeks later and then they send you the court recorded facts in the mail. THAT is when I learned that she (the therapist) had actually had the police go and tell my old girl friend that I wanted to kill her. Nice huh? As you can tell from these poems, I did not take that lying down. I filed official complaints against her and the court appointed lawyer they assigned me. And I filed a complaint against her boss who ran that mental health clinic where I went for the therapy session. You see people, I've had trouble with this clinic in the past also. Continued on next page.