My parents informed Fred,
About what they knew
And about what the
Doctors had been saying.
We were never a family
Who sat down and talked.
When they visited
It was just all practical.
What clothes do you need?
What toiletries? What juice?
They didn't know
How broach the whole
Situation. It was compete
Foreign territory for them.
What would they do
When someone at work
Makes a joke about "happy pills."
Or saying if someone
Wound them up enough they
Might knock em out
And have a holiday
In ward 4 funny farm
Instead of going
On holiday to Spain.

So it was Fred.
Who abused their trust
In him, to assuage his
Own insecurities when
We moved in together.
My mum doesn't mince
Her words and directly
Said we are shocked
You never ran a mile!
Because after all,
I was being treated in
The psychiatric wing of hospital.
And even though it
Just looks like a comfier
Ward the same as the
Ones for physical illnesses,
To most people it
Is still the "Looney bin."