She always spoke too much;
Relying on her mouth as a crutch.
I wanted to tell her to stop and think;
Her mouth moved faster than I could blink.
She hurt others with her words;
Spewing negativity and hate like a songbird.
It got too much and people rebelled;
Down and down from the roof of the building she fell.
Kicked and punched on the ground;
Bleeding and crying but she couldn't make a sound.
She lost her will to speak;
From here on end she was labelled a freak.
In Spring she gave up trying and accepted her fate;
Legend has it her body is still buried by the mental hospital gates.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
#flibbertigibbetcontest
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mentally Insane
PoetryPoetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credi...
