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n the floor with my hands and legs being held down. Reinforcements have come in scrubs. I hear them say <i>I’m fine and that I shouldn’t be here.</i></p><p id="83f0"><i>Why won’t you listen to them?</i></p><p id="0497"><i>I’m not crazy</i>, I yell.</p><p id="dc68"><i>“Drew,”</i> the nurse says quietly, <i>“Please remember you aren’t supposed to talk to the voices.”</i></p><p id="7312"><i>I hear them</i>, I say. <i>They want to know about my day, how much rain we got, and why are there locks? Why can’t we go outside? I’m not a fan of this white; why does it always have to be white? Some color would be nice. So, I’m just answering them, you see.</i></p><p id="826c"><i>But here you are, thinking I’m crazy.</i></p><p id="282a

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Not Crazy

Different Perspectives

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I’m not crazy, I say as I’m told I need to sit down.

I’m not crazy, I yell as the nurse pushes my back up against the wall.

I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy; I scream repeatedly.

Don’t you hear them?

I’m now on the floor with my hands and legs being held down. Reinforcements have come in scrubs. I hear them say I’m fine and that I shouldn’t be here.

Why won’t you listen to them?

I’m not crazy, I yell.

“Drew,” the nurse says quietly, “Please remember you aren’t supposed to talk to the voices.”

I hear them, I say. They want to know about my day, how much rain we got, and why are there locks? Why can’t we go outside? I’m not a fan of this white; why does it always have to be white? Some color would be nice. So, I’m just answering them, you see.

But here you are, thinking I’m crazy.

Nicole Barden 1/15/2021

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