By Paityn Masters
No one wants a broken thing
Return it! Trash it! Fix it!
The options that are given
But… what if your mind is the broken thing?
Diagnose it! Medicate it! Confine it!
The treatments that are imposed
You hear society’s silent scream
Crazy! Psycho! Mad!
The stigmas nailed above your cross
The reality of your brokenness overwhelms you
Cut it! Overdose it! End it!
The only solutions to the madness
But in spite of the pain and brokenness
Hope! Believe! Explore!
Your mind is not broken, rather a dangerous gift
You begin to dream again, but…
Psychosis! Instability! Suicide!
The fears of your unbridled madness
As courage sets in, you cultivate your pain
Write it! Sing it! Speak it! Live it!
Heal the world through the madness of your gifts