This Place is Supposed to Make Her Better?

Her sister is 15 minutes away and she only sees her once a week


She walks over to her in the mental hospital


Temporary home that smells like bad food


Beds that are as thin as the smile her sister wears


She says it feels like a punishment in there


Somehow her suicide attempt was more bad behavior


Than mental illness


Temporary home, but she’s restricted on what she wears


Restricted on when to eat, and sleep, and even to go outside


More like temporary, home is missing in the aspect


Her sister nearly cries when she spends the hours with us


The paper thin smile trembles


When she’s in the car for a pass with us she seems healthy


Cured for a few hours


Temporary home, mental hospital, whatever


She’s somewhere where behavior comes before the illness


You don’t get the help unless you’re good.


This poem is about: 
My community


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