ABSENT CELEBRITIES
Walk in the ward and the air feel cursed
Body weak, mind sharp, but they treat you like you’re worse
Not a person, just a label, just a number, just a bed
Like your name got confiscated and replaced inside your head
They call it care, but it feel like theater
Doctors act famous on a broken little meter
Absent celebrities on a half-dead floor
I don’t even know who they are, what they’re worshipped for
They pose like stars over chaos they ignore
Smile for the title while the whole damn system tore
Everybody watching, nobody sets it right
So the weak get pushed around in the broad daylight
Old people shaken, not broken in the mind
But they get treated like children just to pass the time
Forced little puzzles, plastic smiles, fake fun
Like dignity’s disposable once your body can’t run
“Come sit, come color, come play, come glue,”
If they don’t need the game, why’s it pushed on them by you?
If the room went honest, if the mask got torn,
Some jobs would vanish by the next damn morn
That’s what I’m seeing and it chills me to the bone
People getting cornered so nobody feels alone
Paid companionship by pressure, not by grace
Tiny acts of power in a frightened little space
And I’m stuck there watching, feeling powerless as hell
Got real-life plans, app dreams, worlds I’m tryna build as well
But it’s hard to think future when the present feels cursed
When the room itself is poison and the structure makes it worse
Feels like I’m sweeping up for free, unpaid guard on the night
Seeing what is rotten, but too stripped to make it right
No one drops the hammer, no one draws the line
So cruelty gets normalized and called “we’re doing fine”
This place got the language wrong, that’s part of the trick
Call people “patients,” then humanity gets thin real quick
Maybe call us beggars, make the insult fully plain
Then the shame gets so ridiculous it breaks the whole chain
Maybe then they’d see us as people again
Not furniture with symptoms in a managed little pen
There’s a man on the floor acting strict, acting pure
Leather-code morality like punishment is cure
Another one swims through the halls, creepy, unchecked
Long-term negative presence and still nobody reflects
If a workplace worked normal, that would never be allowed
But in here bad behavior wears a badge and talks loud
Reset or bulldoze, that’s the feeling in my chest
This whole structure looks malformed, like a failure dressed as best
“Fix it ‘cause it’s broken” should be written on the wall
Not these fake calm voices while the standard keeps us small
I’m not saying angels, I’m not saying I’m above
I’m saying fear and power rot whatever they touch
And when no one stops the damage, every silence plays a part
Every shrug becomes a hammer on an already beaten heart
So here’s my witness statement turned rhythm, turned flame
Not for gossip, not for clout, not for somebody’s name
But for every time a human gets reduced to a role
By a cold institutional machine eating soul
Absent celebrities, broken ward parade
Tiny borrowed power and a dignity downgrade
I came in as a person, they processed me as need
Now I rap just to survive what I watched in real speed
Body weak ain’t mind weak, hear that clearly when I speak
Stop treating grown souls like they’re fragile every week
If care means pressure, shame, and forced pretend play,
Then tear the blueprint up and build a human way.