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Interned Again

All this fuss to fix my brain
Screen line beeps to prove my life
What a mess to make me sane

Back down in this bed I’m chained
Nurses needles prick the same
All this fuss to fix my brain

Back again, that mental pain
That cuts into me— real knife
What a mess to make me sane

Trying to make me whole again
Just so that I will survive 
All this fuss to solve my mind

But this life I do not claim
Thrown back at me— still alive
What a mess to make me sane

Oh, just let me go insane
End my life at point of knife 
All this just to fix my brain
Hoping to return me sane.

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Anisha Dutta

Date: 7/21/2025 8:16:00 AM

Severe pain can make insane but life is a challenge. Each one is bound to struggle. I can feel your emotions.

Miranda Hawley

Date: 7/11/2025 7:36:00 PM

"What a mess to make me sane" wow, that is powerful. It sounds like you are going through a world of pain, and if this poem is a reflection of where you are at mentally, I hope your mind heals and that your life improves.