What makes me human?

What makes me human?

Sometimes Rosie isn't sure who she is. She was just recently taken into the asylum and she's already forgetting who she is. The decent into insanity is a hard path to be stuck on. Written in free verse poetry

published on September 26, 2017not completed

Rosie and the dreamer

M A R I A N N E
That's what the monsters call her
They say it like their talking to a little girl
Maaaarrrriiiiaaannnee
It's okay
You're safe now
She's stupid enough to believe them
She says I'm lucky
Lucky to not know who I am
I suppose
I am lucky
I don't know why I'm here
She says it kills her
She says she hears voices in the night
I do to
She says sometimes she wonders if I will die too
She says she cares
Cares
Ha!
M A R I A N N E is silly
Sane and silly
She says she is leaving soon
She's too C R A Z Y
She says
Everyone
Dies
I will live forever
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