PEN STROKE
I sat in your office
Feeling you as one I could trust
Vulnerable need, open
You, doing what you must
I thought you saw me
Equal and educated
But no...I...another patient
A person, heavily medicated
With a stroke of your pen
You wrote away my value
Hallucinations, depression
Convicted, on the way to the gallows
What have you to do with me
How dare you see HIS hand
How can your dim eyes see
Your hardened heart, understand
I am not in need of your care
I finally accept your view
Your experience of me
Is nothing new
...crazy, worthless...but anointed...what else can I do
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-06-2026
Note: The way physicians see mental illness
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
