Madness

I’m not in chains, not yet,
room-bound, maybe;
With six windows 
and the Net, I’m not really 
Not free.


How did it start,
you ask, don’t you?
I didn’t do 
what others did.
That’s it.


Then they whispered
and spoke in signs;
Interfered, controlled,
incapacitated, isolated.
It’s easy.


It’s tough to sit and talk,
to listen, not to judge;
It’s tough to understand,
we know it all, 
Don’t we?


Threw it all away, they say, 
spitting phlegm, excreting, 
vomiting, sweating, crying,
Threw it all away, I say,
But me, my mind.