Leather straps to keep me bound
Cannot stop my awful sound.
Through shrieking that could wake the dead,
I proclaim that rats are in my head!
Oh, I meant for no concern,
Though I can feel them twitch and squirm!
Despite this news, and my protest,
The nurses buckled up my vest.
Vermin feet- I hear them scatter!
Crawling, clawing, inside my chest-
Please, release me from this vest!
"Stupid girl, there were no mice.
The itching in your hair was lice!"
This diagnosis, I claim is wrong
So lock me up for being troublesome
There! I see them come once more,
Marching for me from the door!
I hide for cover against these walls,
The nurses hear my frantic calls.
They help me out, and then they say,
"Doctor will take the rats away."
"Stupid girl, it's like we said-
There were no vermin in your head!"
"We sought your madness as we drilled-
You then ceased your crying- dying- killed."