the insane

The people around me scream; why? Is it because they're scared of themselves, or is it the loneliness that pulses through these white walls? Is it the bars that keep us locked up like animals, or is it the knowledge that keeps us at bay? I've slowly lost the emotions that only complicated things. People say that I'm sad, but the truth is I’m really not because if I can’t be happy I can’t be sad. Sometimes I’m so lost in this hell you call life that I don’t know what’s real and what’s not. They sent me here to get better, but I’m not sick, so how do you fix the unbroken? How do you fix me?