Here we are again.
The same people, looking at me
All same faces,
Same expressions,
Saying the same phrases.
Speaking silence.
Same goes for my lips.

I sit down,
And, as always,
The doctor asks
'What? Why? When?'
And I say
'That. Because. Then.'
What is there to say?
I've done it already.

They talk
And stare
And be normal
Something to what
I can't even compare.

The doctor sighs
And exits the room
Because there isn't anything
He could do.
So, he gives up...
Like all the rest.
Gives up
Because he doesn't care enough
To give it even a little
Of his best.

So I sit and wait.
See these walls,
Their old paint...
When did I begin
To see the rats
As my cellmates
And bars in an opening
A window?

When did 'One more'
Turn into 'Give me all',
This into a routine,
And the electric fence
Begin to give a mesmerising sheen?
When did 'Sometimes'
Turn into 'Always'?
When have I grown numb?
What have I become?

And even when I get out
I'll come back later
To the same people
With the same expression
On their same faces.