Sectioned! Poem by Malcolm Gould

How did I end up in this awful cell
caged in like an animal.
Diagnosed with a mental disorder
sectioned and put in here!
I had heard those voices in my head
they were from the dead!

Always knowing that I could be a medium
having messages relayed.
But doctors had always said I was ill
nobody listened to me.
This was a gift since I was a child
not suddenly becoming wild!

Dismissed this notion ignoring my plea's
psychiatrist's made the decision.
Drugged and humiliated in a hospital
here I lay on the bed.
How to show the diagnosis was false
get out of this therapy course!

Surely friends and comrades may put it right
prove it was a bad panic attack!
How could they mistake my gift for an illness
it took days to understand.
That what I had been telling them was true
the spirits guided me through!

In this world there is much we don't understand
have an open mind and outstretched hand!

The Foureyed Poet.