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5. Justice Insanity

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LMW-The-Poet

Published: Jun 16, 2014

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Justice Insanity
I'm Not Insane
"Too Dumb For Revenge?"

I couldn't wait to write a piece
When I already arrived inside,
So I'm spending the taxi ride
Writing of why I'd rather be here

I'm sure the place I'll soon reach
Will feel more like home, now -
Doctors putting picks through eyes
Will feel so much better than
Your own family disowning you;
Simply because you're not smart

I think the word our family doctor used,
Was "retarded" or "mental" -
I still don't know what that means,
But I can't understand why intelligence
Means I'm insane enough to undergo
Treatments that may leave me
Even more incapable of anything

Yet, then again... What if they do heal me?
And I can finally prove all my family wrong
And I can show up at their door, smiling
And I can bombard them logical questions
And I can hurt them when they're wrong,
Just like they hurt me when I didn't under-

It looks like I'm here, my new home...
I can't wait to be fixed for my revenge.

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I think I caught another perspective from my own poem... People would hide things from who those they sent into the asylum. Example, saying it's because they're mentally incapable perhaps on an intellectual level rather than saying its because of their violence.

Wasn't my original intention, but I like that idea better...

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puddlethecat

Jun 17, 2014

This is so lovely! I wish my poems were as good as yours... But anyway, this is an interesting poem, and I can definitely relate to it. My late grandma was bi polar and everyone thought she was just nuts; but she's one of my hero. I also have gone through issues which make me question if I am nuts or not. Maybe, maybe not?

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