Walking through a meadow,

A warm glow of happiness comes from each flower

That surrounds me.

I grin as I pluck one from its comrades.

Then a tear drop falls from the petals,

And I feel instant regret.

The flower grows into a thorn

And pierces my hand, into my heart, and stabbing

My mind.

I watch the flowers shrink into concrete.

I watch the plain white walls return to their places

Around me.

Trapping me.

My disease allows me temporary bliss.

However, my mind ensures me that my life is

Nothing Next to Normal,

And I have but me to hug me.