treatment by subconscious intimidation

this is a poem about the place I didn't want to go to for help...i found it the other day with some other things...i wrote it as i was leaving...

treatment by subconscious intimidation

i was paranoid
and they tried to
batter my brain
like a steak
under a tenderizing maillot

i wasn't goin' for it

i hate all psychiatric institutions
but especially
this one

i wasn't goin' for it

they did so many marketing jobs in groups
trying to sell the premise                                                            
of the delapidated shallow program

i wasn't goin' for it

i have mapped my own psychological journey
since I got in this game
far more intricate/ far more
specific
and probably more effective

i wasn't goin' or their convuluted bullshit

i  have always been
self-motivated
i have always formulated and
executed
my own theories
highly effective
with the right medication

i believe in the riht
chemical balance in the brain
but know
a pill is not a panacea
so i have worked hard on myself
i deserve a break

i'm not goin' for it

and now as i walk out the door
sane/medication adjusted
but not affected by their
bullshit

'cause i wasn't goin' for it