I don't know what it was that drove me crazy. Was it sound, touch, smell? Maybe it was sight. I felt the eyes swarming, like bee- warriors taking revenge on a penetrated hive.
So much i give, time and spirit. I deserve a quick dive into the pool of chaos.
Pressure rising and blood boiling, I could feel the insanity creep up my spine and overpower my brain. I didn't know why I snapped, but I did.
Maybe it was my job. Long hours and little sleep just isn't my "thing."
Yell and scream, stop and shout. I thought the work was done. "One more shift," my boss had said, but i was ready to be gone.
I take medicine to calm the pain, settle pills help restrain my thoughts that burst uncontained.
By strangers i am checked about, their profession is my doubt. A doctor I was, but now a patient? What is going on?
Strapped in tight I hug myself, white rooms and black, locked belts. I'm becoming who I treat, a victim of my own defeat.
I'm getting better now, they say. I'm happy here so here i stay. Time with myself was all i need to melt my insanity.
