The Ward Is Missing A Patient

Askewed figures from the 
State of mind, allowing one to forlorn
Into the ward of psychiatric help, while 
Others preach in the same way as those insane. 
A constant motion of thought, 
Demanding what is told inside your head.
You're deemed out of conscious for the 
Crimes you've committed; Believing that 
The voice of your unseen friend took control
In the regards of your action. 
I find this hypocritical, those that 
Have their life taken away based on the talking 
Of one's self, yet when others, under their 
People's pocket-value funded cathedrals, 
Speak as if one is under another's voice,
They are put in high-value, as the leader
Of theo-hypo-cracy.