knowing all the doctors on
first name bases.
These diagnoses' hide their faces;
You'll know more about
their disorder before
a name is even mentioned.

All they have are these pills;
equal to the amount of tears;
filled with chemicals
from ear to ear.
Another paper spoon meal,
Endless groups to distract from
the thoughts that kill.
Medications to replace the effort
of love and comfort
needed for healing

But it takes more than pills to really be cured.
But here there are only cameras
and children on prison beds,
Locked away inside a practical cage
It keeps them from 'trouble'
As if being trapped
and locked away
Would ever begin to make anyone

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