What does that mean?

Like I'm a broken body

Who needed healing?

No

I was not broken

They broke me

With their closed doors

And closed mouths

That closed off a piece

Inside my mind

And sent me off

Haywire

I was not a bit to fix

Until they tore me all apart

And fiddled with my perfect heart

Making me

Hate them

Hurt

Heal

Then love

All to say

They'd done their job

I look back at the years with fire

My dominating desire

To tell them just what I know

And my contempt to show

For their

"Rehabilitation"

But no

I must keep composed

Always, always keep composed

Never let a blind thought show

Lest they think you're mad

Whatever the cost of

"Rehabilitation"

I don't want to go through it again

Give them what they want to see

And they'll give what I want to me.