Heartland's Mental Asylum: Poem Analysis

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“First there was five then there was four she wished for the morrow but then saw nothing more. She looked up for the God she needed, he swept her away even though she pleaded, no one missed her they went on their way, in a world where no one lived to see the light of day.” This was one of the rhymes Emily repeated as she bounced her ball against the cold white floors of the hospitals mental asylum. “Rhymes are the only way to keep you slightly sane”, the doctors told her, “You wouldn't feel the need to claw out if you stayed busy.” But thats where they were wrong, there was no way to keep busy in there, she was too smart for her own good. Her mental illness was mixed with some crazy knowledge, like Einstein mixed with Lizzie Borden. The many …show more content…

Everyone viewed Emily differently, the rest of the patients at Heartland’s Women’s Mental Asylum believed she didn't belong there. She hadn't killed anyone, hadn’t tried to set the white house on fire like Susan did last year after she was released, but somehow she still ended up in the white jumpsuits like the rest one them. They did notice the mood swings, the times when she would throw her meds at the nurses or sit staring aimlessly out the window. But everyone had those, they were like animals caged, trapped with no way out they let there frustration out in different ways. The people in the free world didn't now much about emily, her teenage parents abandoned her, leaving her near a dumpster in the upper east side, her drug addled adoptive mother once tried to sell her for a bag of crack. Emily's entire file was filled with abandonment, if society was to label her she’d be worthless and …show more content…

No one believes me because her name is not in the books but I swear she was here. They tripled my dosage of the meds and say Im hallucinating. Im currently diagnosed with schizophrenia, multiple personality disorder,Histrionic personality disorder,Cyclothymia, and insanity in general. Insanity, Insanity, it plagues all humanity, a bump on the head and we’ll all go crazy, a bump on the head and maybe just maybe you'll begin to understand me. I AM NOT CRAZY. No one believes me. No one believes us. She was here though. Emily was

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