My Quarantine

I think I’ve lost my mind
My thoughts they have unwind
I swallowed a bunch of pills
But I didn’t want to die

I won’t argue with you
I won’t argue with me
I’ve locked myself away
It’s my quarantine
My quarantine

Two weeks in a psych ward
Just part of the mental horde
Meds, groups, spirituality
Walk the hallways when I’m bored

I won’t argue with you
I won’t argue with me
I’ve locked myself away
It’s my quarantine
My quarantine

Some have called it “the cell”
Some have called it “living hell”
I myself I would call it
The place where I got well

I won’t argue with you
I won’t argue with me
I’ve locked myself away
It’s my quarantine
And now I’m free