Something Borrowed - Two Word Challenge

Something Borrowed

Rubber walls are my living space.

     Don't know how I got here,

          or how to get out.

               Doctors come and go with uncaring faces,

                       some talk and I try to listen; others give me pills.

I want to go home, I think.

     Though I don't know where home is and can't remember.

          But if I ever get out of here,

               I'll take something borrowed; words that they say,

                  and will make them all my own.

                  
Maybe I'll say I was a Doctor,

     or that I worked with and helped troubled souls.

          I wonder if anyone will believe me,

               or will people know I'm not telling the truth.

                    Is something borrowed the same as stealing?

In the end, it doesn't matter.

     I've heard the quiet whispers.

          from the people who come and go.

               They act like I'm not only crazy, but deaf too,

                    when they say I'll never leave.

mn - 2007