Save the questions

Are you on drugs? They ask me.
Have you been getting pissed?
Do you grieve over the loss of your parents?
Why did you cut your wrists?
What happened to your appetite?
Where did all your friends go?
Why do you stare silently all day?
At night, where do you go?
When did you lose that job of yours?
What are your worst addictions?
How did you get mixed in with that gang?
And what were the convictions?
What about the prostitution?
Did it support your habit of crack?
Does your uncle still haunt your dreams?
Truth- Defence or mediated attack?

They ask one million questions
And I try hard to explain.
But no matter the answers that I give
They’ll still label me insane.