It is pride that comes before my falls
When I’m in the room with padded walls
I can concur without any hesitation
Pride stopped me taking my medication
In a canvas coat with straps of leather
And buckles of steel in which to tether
To restrain safely the nurse believes
To put arms in the wrap around sleeves
So sat in my padded room rocking gently
In a state of calm reflection incidentally
And the subject of my quiet reflection
Pride stopping me taking my medication
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