Who knew that I would be reduced to this?

From an honors student to a dangerous patient

In a hospital with bars on its windows so I could not escape.

Prohibited from wearing anything with strings for fear that I would

Hang myself. 

Unable to feel the warmth of the sun or the wind on my face.

For eleven days I faked my recovery. At the end of eleven days, 

I went home. 

I thought things would be better. And in some aspects,

They are. 

Two years later, however, I still feel out of control.

I cut my legs with an Exacto-knife. 

I learned my lesson, though.

Don't tell anyone what is wrong.

Or you will end up in a building with white halls and concrete walls.

At the mercy of the men in white coats.