Sitting restlessly .where in the world are you taking me?

All I remember is lying on the couch and crying in front of my family; the Mobile Crisis lady watching as well. Her stare was more piercing than my confused mother , and her sounds more heart wrenching than my sobbing father. She told me that they were looking to find me "a bed" . I didn't understand what that meant for a while. What do you mean? I have a perfectly fine bed in the next room over. She told me I was going "away". Once more I felt confused. What's so bad about where I am now?   My mom chimed in, told me I had gone to far this time. I wasn't sure as to what I had done that was " too far" . It was a normal day; at least normal for me. I waited on that couch for 3 days. I wasn't allowed out of my parents sight. I used the rest room with the door open, mom sat in the bathroom while I showered, they watched me vividly as I wrote my poems. It sounded like it would be nice , having my parents undivided attention. I was wrong, it's only nice when they want to give you the attention. My parents made it so obvious, they didn't want me in sight. I was beyond restless. I needed to know where they were taking me. Why were they treating me like this?, like-like some sort of child!  I didn't understand. I wanted the anticipation to be over. I remember that night, the night of the third day on the couch. The woman that had been at my house called. She said they had found me a bed. My mom told me it was time to go, and I got in the car. I asked "where are we going mom?": and she replied with " they found you a bed ,finally ",she stutters, " at valley grove psychiatric institute."