Sanity Undetermined
Here I sit rocking in my chair
wondering why they put me here.
Somehow all this does not seem fair.
They say my mind is not all there.
The doctors say drugs are the cure.
How do they know what's in my brain?
I am not so sure there is a cure.
What if I am the one who is sane?
Copyright © Kim Morrison | Year Posted 2013
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