There was never “an American dream”
Only a nightmare, so it seems.
Such an innocent girl full of belief
In a country from which she now seeks relief.
She trusted the world all too soon
Like the sun trusts the glow of the moon.
And she held her beliefs so very tight
Until tragedy taught her she wasn’t right.
So just like the lotions and potions of old
It was “medication” on which she was sold.
Her country failed to disclose of a pill
The chance that it could cause her to kill.
And those who had manufactured such
Were just chasing money all in a rush.
Not caring who they hurt or of lives they took
Destruction leaving her with only a book.
So a tale she must tell of killing her child.
Then the corrupt system that followed justice wild
Laws of the land taking a far back seat
To politics of greed that she tried to defeat.
Can she bear the responsibility to tell
Or will her attempts to warn cause even more hell.
Isolated abused and slandered as psychotic
She must dodge her captives who are humanly demonic.
Maggie’s love tells her she can win the fight
Because a fortress of destructive deceit just isn’t right
Especially when built on false mental health claims
It’s time to tear down what is an American SHAMe.
Mad in America hosts blogs by a diverse group of writers. These posts are designed to serve as a public forum for a discussion—broadly speaking—of psychiatry and its treatments. The opinions expressed are the writers’ own.