Psych Ward Scriptures

This

Even if they never read it
Even if they never feel it
Even if She skips past it

I will write

Even if those who read it

Laugh hysterically
Diss incessantly
Weep streams of pity

Write, I will

Even if they diagnose me
Even if they hurl abuse
Even if they kick and punch

On the chin
I'll cop it

Furiously writing
Like I'm made of iron

When I'm actually
More like cotton

I've forgotten
What comes next

Am I dead yet?

With no more words left?

I guess not

Write on, I will

And even if they fire shots
Blow me to bits
And kill me over this

Then at least
I'll head to my grave
Knowing I gave it

My best shot

I owned it
I wrote "This"