Stream of consciousness

I'm tired of these rhymes and games. Let's watch a movie. There's one playing in my brain. I'm dragged away in a straight jacket because I'm totally insane, like that's totally insane. They threw me in a room with one little barred window and walls, white walls were to white, no grays. The room was too clean. Besides the bugs crawling on my body, I couldn't feel them really, but when they heard me scream they injected the needle into me and I went to sleep It felt like a long time really; I dreamt about a red house with white shutters and a black roof and my family, they all turned against me slowly. Honestly I'm tired of this repress against my soul because I can sill feel the metal chains against my wrists, Oh No here we go were back in that white room it's too fucking clean. The doctors watch me througha a camera while I cry and scream to get them off, the chains are burning me. I feel loony again when the walls change to green. I remember the wheat fields and distant trees. I'll go play with the hell demons end scene. The movies are over but I'm still half crazy at least that's what it feels like when you have epilepsy. Your less of a person to everybody and he only thing that can save me are pills the m