Onion Shell

I go around trying to keep up appearances, like some sort of Mrs Bucket, pretending that things are O.K. even though I'm now going blind and can't even read a book. But after peeling back some of the layers of the onion, when I'm alone, I just cry. And after three years at least of feeling no emotion at all it is ACTUALLY ENJOYABLE to CRY! I'm "LABILE" at the moment which is a sure sign that I'll be crawling through My Psychiatrists Doors BEGGING FOR MERCY at some stage. Peter is watching me like a hawk and waiting for me to CRACK and I keep my tears even from him but I'M FED UP AND I WANT MY DOCTORS TO MAKE UP FOR THEIR MISTAKES AND OFFER THE ONLY KIND ALTERNATIVE WHICH IS THE DIGNITY OF DEATH BY EUTHANASIA. PLEASE!

And I want there to be a System which gives HOPE and PROTECTS it's FUTURE CLIENTS. I say this especially to the LEGAL PAPER SHUFFLERS. You know the ones, the ones that feign a genuine interest, shuffle paper, go home and denigrate their clients and laugh about the Gravy Train. There are some BEAUTIFUL GENUINE LAWYERS OUT THERE, JUST AS THERE ARE DOCTORS, BUT I'VE READ ENOUGH IN THE LAW LIBRARIES TO KNOW THAT PSYCHIATRIC PATIENTS STILL HAVE NO RIGHTS! What RIGHTS they apparently do have still amounts to nothing but LIP SERVICE in my books!