Admission

Egg crate mattresses

And garish walls

Someone shouting in the halls

Filtered air that smells manufactured

Lives of those around me fractured

I swallow the pills obediently

They warn me ‘they don’t work immediately’

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I smile politely, play their game

A week from now, they’ll forget my name

Another life saved!

A fresh road paved

What they don’t know

When they let me go

Won’t hurt anyone

Except me.