I’m ever so ill; everything, I detest
Can’t you smell my burning flesh?
It is in hell where my soul does rest!
….Look how you’re groomed; oh so well~
…Not a hair out of place; that, I can tell!
…What makes you think, you are so unwell?
..The sweetness in your smile?
…The twinkle & your carefree style?
…You aren’t crazy; not by a mile!
…You’ve got the gown, shoes, & rose
…You are as sane as day; what is it you say?
…Why do you bother me today?
…You claim to be unwell?
…Is this a game; please, do tell?
…Why fill my time w/your petty cries?
My words to be fully ignored & effaced
Spoken too tactfully & w/a certain amount of grace
The Dr. blinded by a misconception of insanity’s face
…Just another suicide case…..