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 monster

I call the people that give me fluids
Tell me
It's okay!
Monsters
They are the monsters in my cell
After all
They lie
I hate liers
One of them said that I hit my head
I don't remember hitting my head
Some monsters are witty
Some are to the point
All are stupid
They tell me I'll get better
I've never been better!
Stupid monsters
I'm sane
I'm insane
I'm here
Okay?
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