The Jacket

Oh, The Jacket, my poem of woe—

What a masterpiece of misery, wouldn’t you know?

It promised to straighten, to heal and to mend—

But instead, it shoved me into a circus of pretend.

I should have never been released, they say.

Oh no, the jacket didn’t save me—what a cliché!

It never brought me peace, never brought me calm—

Just wrapped me up tight in its suffocating charm.

Why did they let me out of that padded room?

Was it pity? Or just their idea of a joke?

"Let’s see how far she’ll fall," they said with glee—

Well, congratulations! I’m free—and utterly empty.

Oh, why did they let me out of that padded room,

Where the walls were soft and the silence was my tune?

Maybe I was better off locked in my tomb—

At least there, I didn’t have to face this cartoon.

For in that place, I was safe from the world outside—

From fake smiles and lies and their hollow-eyed pride.

But now I’m free—oh yes, what a ride!

The moon mocks me now; there’s nowhere to hide.

I shouldn’t have been released from the womb—

This world is nothing but an overpriced tomb.

But here I am—thanks for the doom!

Trying to find meaning in this dark little room.

My mind spins wild; it’s a carnival of despair.

Freedom? Ha! It’s just another snare.

The jacket failed me—it doesn’t even care!

Oh, how I wish I could set it all aflare.

The jacket—a symbol of everything absurd—

It held me together when life was blurred.

Now I’m loose in a world where pain is preferred—

Singing my anthem: bitter and slurred.

So go ahead—wrap me up tight again. Do it right this time!

Don’t let me see the moon; don’t let me climb.

Because if I see daylight, I might just take flight—

And wouldn’t that ruin your perfect little night?

The jacket you gave me—the one thing you did “right”—

Wraps me in warmth while it smothers my fight.

A paradox of comfort and suffocating spite—

My imaginary life is easier when I’m out of sight.

Eighteenth century's gift to me,

A fashion statement of captivity.

I'm back in the strait again, oh what a trend,

I love my gift, you gave me, my friend.

This is the End .