My Home

So many doors.
Don’t know which way.
Nowhere to go.
Nowhere to stay.
I hear voices,
inside my head.
I hear things creeping
beside my bed.
They say i’m different.
They say i’m crazy.
I don’t do anything.
They think i’m lazy.
If hear voices
they give me shots.
Oh so much medication.
Pills? I take lots.
The people in my head,
they give me so much pain.
But now I know the truth.
I have gone insane.
In my home
I share with many,
each person has a room.
For there are always plenty.
We are all so different,
but yet we’re all the same.
We each have a different story,
which gave us each our fame.
Don’t make fun of our thoughts
or what we have to wear.
It may not be a big deal for you,
but for us we surely care.
You see us peaking through our windows,
and you are what we see.
I look straight at you,
and you look straight at me.
Our house is so big,
as it sits upon a hill.
You can see it from afar.
It’s haunting mass gives you a chill.
So when you hear a scream,
and you don’t know where it’s from,
you’ll always look at our house,
the great insane asylum.