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 arrangement

Time passes
Cat leaves
They say she's
O
K
A
Y
Now
They claim she's cured
Lola moves on
She needs more intensive care for her degree
Of crazy
C
R
A
Z
Y
So Cat is okay
Lola is crazy
M A R I A N N E is still here
I am still here
More girls move into the cells
A strange one
Strange for she knows
She knows what's happening
She seems more grounded
More human
The other six are nothing I haven't seen
Wow
I must've been here a
Long
Long
Long
Time
How old am I?

Their moving me
Into M A R I A N N E's cell
It's too crowded here
Too much crazy
They know I'm
" passive"
So I must share
With the psycho that is my cell mate
I don't want to move
I don't want to go to her cell
They are moving me tomorrow
Save me
Save me
I don't know who I'm telling this to
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