Padded Room

By lupus tenebrae

I'm trapped inside, scars within, stuck behind this door, paying for my sins.
They call this place a haven, a saving grace.
That's why the look of torment is upon my face.
Inside these walls are others like me.
Some which reality, is something they will never get to see.

Am I really one of the worst in society?
How could you expect me to obey, and go quietly?
Sitting in the corner, rocking steadily back and forth.
In a world where people are judged only by their worth.
I don't want to stay here, in this mansion of the insane.

Locked in this cozy closet, where moving is such a pain.
Cruel forms of punishment, for just an expression of mind.
In a place built to keep, all of psycho's kind.

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Published on Wednesday, March 28, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

*Repost* Upon special request, this one was a fan favorite of my earliest, and I still don't understand it.

Comments on "Padded Room"

On Friday, November 15, 2013, terris crimson (167) wrote:

I've been in this exact situation. I was institutionalized for almost two years. this definitely reminds me of home :) well captured, I believe.
On Wednesday, October 23, 2013, Intoxicating Delirium (273) wrote:

This is amazing, I can really feel this poem.. Nice job :)
On Saturday, February 16, 2013, Gray Vision (424) wrote:

I find myself here yet again to reminisce, on the days of wolfy when my bleddy whistle worked and later on when the tumbleweeds rolled in. I remember those days, when writers block wasn't in my vocabulary. This padded room reminds me of back then, I hope all is well my friend. Ill be seeing you around, take care till then =)
On Wednesday, March 28, 2012, Devilish (2633) wrote:

What? You posted such a thing.. and delivered it only the way you can. beautiful!
On Wednesday, March 28, 2012, Gray Vision (424) wrote:

Thank you for re-posting this write wolfy, even your name originated with this. These were they days of tumbleweeds and roadkill, opklot was still alive then too, I only found out about him recently, I had no idea that, he had passed. There's a lot that this piece holds for me, thank you for re-posting it my good friend =)
On Wednesday, March 28, 2012, Gray Vision (424) wrote:

You know wolfy, I think that this was and still is a fan favorite because our early works is what we come to know each other by, everything builds from there. Maybe that will help make sense of this somewhat. Thanks again.
On Wednesday, March 28, 2012, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

I think you're right, I was so quick to push these to the back of the pile, not realizing they were the foundation itself. I probably wouldn't have met any of you, were it not for those first wet steps into DP. Perhaps it's not the context of these poems, but a necessary nostalgia that I was too out of touch at the time to see. Where I've come, couldn't have happened without where I used to be.