Poetry As a Form of Therapy

The walls of the doctor's office Are blue. Blue is a color that's supposed to Calm, to soothe. The doctor and the nurse both have Blue eyes. They are telling me About the magic pill That will make All of my problems Go away... The nurse asks, "Don't you want to be Like everyone else?" I don't answer... Not immediately. I ask if I can answer Next time I come back. I'm still thinking Of those words... Don't you want to be Like everyone else? If I hear- If I hear lines in my head Chasing eachother around Like hallucinations, Hear voices speaking poetry, Is this what it means To be schitzophrenic? Don't you want to be Like everyone else? If I start speaking with a ryhthm then To speak in iambic pantameter- Is this like OCD behavior?- Don't you want to be Like everyone else? If I stay up all night- Have you ever stayed up all night? Have you ever gone outside And sat in your backyard At 3am and felt how... peaceful... The darkness was- listened as The wind whispered love songs And watched the sky Until the first light of dawn Brushed the sky's cheek With her fingers? Did you look for words To describe the first kiss Of sunshine? I've always loved To write about The sunrise... Don't you want to be Like everyone else? I haven't written poetry In a month but I still can't sleep- Don't you want to be Like everyone else? I haven't written poetry In two months, and I don't know why- I don't think I can, I think- Maybe my heart broke... I don't care if I see The sunrise... Don't you want to be Like everyone else? I slept for 15 hours straight But I'm not quite sure, It doesn't feel like I ever Really woke up- Don't you want to be Like everyone else? I just want... to write. Don't you want to be Like everyone else? I wrote a poem today... I wrote about the sunrise. I've always loved to write About the sunrise. Don't you want to be Like everyone else? I know I probably seem Tired at the moment; People have been Telling me that- I haven't slept much For a few days or so, I've been writing too much Poetry... People keep telling me I look so happy. The doctor asked me Don't you want to be Like everyone else? ...No. I don't. But I didn't say this. I nodded like They wanted, And then wrote It in a poem- The one place I never have to Lie.