A world of fiction

A world of fiction,
Impossible to believe,
But when you are sectioned,
It is impossible to leave.
The world is my hospital,
Not too hospitable,
When all the patients are all too impatient,
To provide their electro-compulsive therapy.
Doctor, Doctor,
I have gone blind,
I lost my eyes,
All I can see is the sun in the sky.
I lost my compulsion to live,
Have you anything to give?
###$ it, time to break out,
The world weighs too heavily on my mind,
I have my own personal clout,
But it is useless when I am left heaving a sigh.
My mind is no longer my own faculty,
Under assault by my high school faculty,
These rascal telepaths sure know how to ruin my day.
They have to much to say,
That I am gay,
Or a fake,
I know they have a rake,
To force me to leave.
Heaving a groan,
My future is unknown,
The seeds I have sown,
Have not yet grown.

Wham Bam Thank You Mam wrote:My future is unknown,
The seeds I have sown,
Have not yet grown.

I love that part! I like how you left the ending open - there is no real end. Bravo!

Wonderful work! So descriptive, and slightly humerous,

"these rascal telepaths sure know how to ruin my day "

even though it isn't really a humerous situation. Nice!