The following is a previously lost excerpt of a document containing the thoughts of an asylum patient in 1944.

i can't talk or
hear anyone buzzzzz
i listen to them but
the words get lost
somewhere
and i fidget with my hands
and i wait for my punishment
i mean my
treatment

i am angering my
supervisor
but he pretends he's not
he pretends i'm a normal
he pretends i'm a normal
he pretends i'm a normal

sorry

he pretends i'm a normal
person
my supervisor buzzzzz
is a liar i think
i think he lies
to me

please don't let them help
me any longer
please