In Treatment Poem by Jacqueline Purcell

Thoughts burn my mind, and my mind steals my soul,
My soul then gets transferred to who sought it long ago.
The sight makes me sick, but all I can do is sit by,
what’s the use to get my strength back if I’m too weak to try?
To her, its entertaining, but to me its pure hell,
If she takes my soul, she should take my life as well.
I cant convince her to do anything in my favor, its just not fair,
The demons dance around me, and I cant do is stare,
So many emotions, but by this time there’s none I can condole,
For the first time in my life, I wish she’d left me alone.