• Your smile has effected me the most,
    In my time here.
    You smile as you pull me
    Out of the cage you put me in.
    You say I hurt myself
    And that's why you have me watched.
    You smile as you lay me down
    On the exam table,
    So my wounds can be seen
    "But there are none, see?"
    I hold my wrists high,
    Showing off the weeping half-moons.
    "Not wounds; they're smiling at me."
    Your smile becomes strained
    Before you pull a needle out of your coat.
    But you still smile as you pat my head
    And say that you'll make everything better.
    You've sworn an oath after all.
    But I know you,
    You'll make my smiles go away.
    I scream and I thrash
    While you smile and call for help.
    Why should I believe your
    Hypocritic oath?
    You swore to protect,
    Not harm,
    Not maim,
    Not kill.
    Yet, isn't that what you do,
    Everyday?
    You smile as you kill,
    Enjoying every sight.
    You love to hold the syringe,
    Plunge it into the tube,
    See it drip,
    Watching as it enters my viens.
    You stand there, smiling,
    As my vision fails,
    And you fade...

    Your smile has infected me.
    I find myself smiling,
    Laughing, even, in my white room.
    I smile when you come in,
    Smile as you ignore me
    To fix the bed I broke.
    I smile as I slip out of
    The white coat you tied round me.
    I smile as I sneak up,
    Grinning even wider
    As I swing the coat around,
    Tieing around your throat
    Pulling your head back
    To see your smile fade.
    "That's not good. Be happy,
    Everything's fine now."
    I say as I pull the syringe
    From out of your pocket
    And plunge it into your temple.
    I smile as your struggles cease,
    Smile as I lay you down,
    And leave the room.
    Smile as I leave out the door
    You brought me in.
    Smile as I walk passed the helipad,
    Smile as I step over the rail,
    To fall.