My Poem

I was 9 years old to be set free by the old and the cold

Spat Lumps and Pulled Clumps out my hair

She was so nice but I couldn't avoid the doctors gp surgery

The family practice gave me Seroxat and Risperidone in a sick plot to murder me

I grew breasts, got cravings as the medication drew me more crazy

So a dozen adults could sit on me in the cosy room padded cell to restrain me

Snot on breasts and tears on the floor

the smell of matted lilac plastic

It must be a part of the human sickness

why would god make me perfect in his own image

It's okay their disturbed children

Last time I checked god didn't poison his children

(god or nature wouldn't poison it's children)

Play in one room with mostly boys

Who just like me are ejaculating freely when they are just trying to play with their toys

A few 'unrelated' seizures it's not daily

Mum do you miss me, barely

Just a bit more hairy, humping some girls, why won't you kiss me, Or tell me you love me, It's like you don't care for me

maybe things will change if she tells me she's having my baby

signed myself out the accident and emergency quickly before

at 12years old I will not meet more that want to psychologically assess me

im just lucky to wake up from shoving packs full of pills without a thought or a care you see

it couldn't matter less to me. On these anti-deppresant drugs 'side effects' make you do it 'apathetically'

I'm 20 now with a job and a flat

I never have to look back

probably didn't notice I'm infertile

can't cum from a blowjob

in fact I can't/cannot feel a thing

at last I can sleep coz

I don't have to beat off my dick 21 million times

now my stomach hurts (unusually) too

blows up like a balloon

I'm paralyzed

I cold turkey

of 20 years of pre-pubescent

dangerous governmental medication

god doesn't poison the children

20 years sears and shocks

brain zaps, shaking over a year

the lot

ripping my body and soul apart from the core

It's been so long over a year

“your prolactin still won't go down”

“might be a brain tumour”, “I've never seen so long”

the brain zaps last over a year

I'm so anxious I realise I'll never be the same again. Theres holes in my head.

I can't feel a thing

though

I am uncontrollably ejaculating all over the public bus. Right through the seats

My young body weeps

now it's “hypothyroidism”

“that doesn't make any sense”

“now your normal

but crazy

all of our tests here were previously wrong”

ironically “the drugs are safe” family doctors

today sit on the same bus

reading the paper about third world female genital mutilation

with pints of their victims cum in their arse

how could you publish something so publicly embarrassing

just suffer secretly, needlessly living the rest of your life living as a shadow

of the man you should have been

Because as you read this

thousands of mad men

are openly practising psychiatry

on children in kindergarten

THE WAR CRIME KNOWN AS PSYCHIATRY