“You won’t be receiving any actual therapy sessions while you’re here, but we will recommend them as treatment for after we let you out.”
By Button Poetry
Transcript provided by YouTube:
And the psych ward says
there is no need to worry
this asylum was built to help you
and just like the straps
on the stretcher that you rolled in on, we are going to keep you safe and secured.
Notice the locked doors and all the cameras
perched in the corners like hawks. We will be watching.
But this is all for you and your well-being.
You are sick, anxious, depressed,
a danger to yourself. The state told us to hold you
for 72 hours but if you sign this paper,
we can pretend your stay here this weekend is voluntary.
Friday morning, you will be woken up by strangers
in white coats and clipboards.
You will be asked again and again and again
about why and how you want to kill yourself. Be honest.
Remember, you are only here for three days,
so take advantage of the five to ten minutes you have
with the doctors, but understand, he has a list
of patients as long as his pay stubs, so you won’t be receiving any actual therapy
sessions while you’re here, but we will recommend them as treatment
for after we let you out. Until then, we want you to be comfortable,
so sit back, enjoy the plastic furniture
and coloring books. We have old radios with no antennae
but the static is still loud enough to drown out the sound
of the woman screaming in 2B. That’s just Cindy. She just
does that sometimes. Well, she didn’t always but she
does now and until we can find the right medication we are going to keep
to keep helping her, just like we want to keep helping you if only
you’d let us. It’s Friday morning
and you haven’t even tried the meds yet. You’re still lying to us about holding the knife
to your arm like your parents haven’t told us everything. Just be honest
and let us help you. Did I mention
that the state only recognizes the existence of psychiatric patients
Monday through Friday, meaning the past
the past forty eight hours you’ve spent here didn’t even count, meaning,
we still have time for a break-through or a breakdown?
This is a good thing. This means we still have time to help
you and I can see that you’re getting upset but do not
walk away from me with tears streaming and knuckles buried in palms.
That type of body language is aggressive and we might have to
do something about that. A sedative, maybe, Diazepam,
perhaps? I don’t think being alone is best for you right now.
Maybe, you should spend time with the other patients. Get to know how
they got here. Listen to them when they tell you you got lucky getting
placed in this psych ward. We are one of the good ones
and we want you to stay here. We figure , if we keep you long enough
maybe you’ll eventually start to fit in or maybe if we keep you
locked up you will eventually start to act out and we will be right here,
waiting to prescribe you something to label you with a
diagnosis. We didn’t cause your social anxiety.
We only heightened what was already there.
We just want to see you reach your full potential as a patient.
We told you, this asylum
to help you.
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