Systematic Sentimental

[Bunx]

Systematic Sentiment 

I am ashamed.
Stability within survival,
Encouragement reflecting cliches.
In system built to prey.

I cannot change.

You only know,
One route to safety,
things stay the same.
Complaint reliance,
silent surroundings.
Things

I cannot change.

Silent shackles bind us.
Rich white delusions
slither and thrive.
Forest dying
eaten
from the inside.
My home,

I cannot change.

Ashamed with
infinite interpersonal grace.
Trying to be stable,
when I'm clearly not.
Keeping this roof
over our heads.
My future

I cannot change.

I write topics:
Hypocritical policies,
government for sale.
Innocent prisoners without bail.
Police, hunting the sick
and poor.
Who I am is
afraid.

I cannot change.

[TranquillityBase]

Systematic Sentiment 

I feel ashamed.
Stability within survival,
Encouragement reflecting cliches.
Within a system built to prey.

I cannot change.                               I think you repeat this line too much.  Once at beginning and again at the end would suffice.

When you only know,
One route to safety.                         comma at end here, instead of a period
Things usually stay the same.
Complaint reliance, silent surroundings.

I cannot change.

Silent shackles that bind us.
Delusions from the rich
slithers and thrives.                    slither and thrive
As the forest tries to survive.

I cannot change.

Ashamed in myself,
for endless interpersonal grace.
Trying to be the most stable,
of the the insane.
Keeping this roof over my head.

I cannot change.

That I want to shout about,
Hypocritical policies, government for sale.
Innocent prisoners without bail.
Police, hunting the sick without fail.
I'm afraid.

I cannot change.

I like it.

[dukealien]

Systematic Sentiment 

I feel ashamed.
Stability within survival,
Encouragement reflecting cliches.
Within a system built to prey.

I cannot change.

When you only know,
One route to safety.
Things usually stay the same.
Complaint reliance, silent surroundings.

I cannot change.

Silent shackles that bind us.
Delusions from the rich
slithers and thrives.
As the forest tries to survive.

I cannot change.

Ashamed in myself,
for endless interpersonal grace.
Trying to be the most stable,
of the the insane.
Keeping this roof over my head.

I cannot change.

That I want to shout about,
Hypocritical policies, government for sale.
Innocent prisoners without bail.
Police, hunting the sick without fail.
I'm afraid.

I cannot change.

Nicely expressed about being the only actual keeper in the asylum (in particular, watching the supposed docs do their varied things).

Not in critique, really, but there appears to be a singular-plural mismatch (delusions ... slithers and thrives) - "rich" is also, collectively, plural.  Tripped me up momentarily.  Disregard if intentional.

And, just for the friend you're writing about... at some point the docs will give the only sane keeper the heave-ho (speaking from experience).  Be prepared, which is to say, understand that you'll be just fine outside the Job.  They only try to make being ejected seem like the end of the world to keep the rest of the keepers crazy.

[Bunx]

Duke- Holy cow, I absolutely love the analysis of the poem. I never thought of creating a narrative about someone in an asylum, but it works so well.

Tranquility- I took some suggestions thank you aton. I feel like the I cannot change repetition is a play on words, reflecting a thought pattern. Like justifying your lifestyle contrary to beliefs.

On a random note my new goal with writing is too start reading my poems out loud in groups. So even a little feedback means aton