Padded Exits
Locked away in the place for the special ones
The eccentric, the odd balls, the misfits
We rest here
We roam here
We are our own entire breed
When we return to society
We cannot assimilate into your pretentious existence
So we return
We hate it
But, we know no other life
It is the only place where we fit in
The only place we belong
We may be in hell
But, we ride this rollercoaster together
Sharps locked away and padded cells
Living here in this therapeutic hell
But, unable to escape
Our mind is chained here
We cannot escape our destiny
Copyright © Courtney Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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