" INSANE "

FUCKED-UP,
INSANE.
GOT A MESS OF SHIT,
STIRRING IN MY BRAIN.

NOWHERE TO RUN,
NOWHERE TO HIDE.
NO ONE TO TRUST,
IN MYSELF I'LL CONFIDE.

WHO AM I NOW?
WHAT WILL I BECOME?
MY ONLY HOPE IS THAT,
TOMORROW WILL COME.

CAUGHT UP,
IN THOUGHTS OF SUCCESS.
AS MY MIND,
BEGINS TO REGRESS.

TO TIMES OF INNOCENCE,
TIMES OF LAUGHTER.
WHEN STORYBOOK CHARACTERS,
LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

NOW I MUST FOCUS,
ON THE HERE AND NOW.
START PLOTTING MY FUTURE,
AND WONDERING HOW.

HOW WILL I AMOUNT,
TO ANYTHING GOOD?
STRIVING FOR SUCCESS,
HOPING I COULD.

COULD FIND MY NICHE,
IN THIS LIFE.
ONE THAT'S FILLED,
WITH LIES AND STRIFE.

CAN I MAKE IT?
WHO CAN TELL?
TO THE WORLD,
MY SOUL I WILL SELL.

TO BECOME,
WHAT'S EXPECTED OF ME.
A LIFELESS DRONE,
IS WHAT I'LL BE.

FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD,
BODY AND SOUL.
CONSTANTLY TRYING,
TO DIG A HOLE.

ONE TO CRAWL INTO,
WHEN TIMES GET ROUGH.
I'LL PUT ON A FACADE,
AND TRY TO ACT TOUGH.

I'LL CONTINUE TO BE CRAZY,
UNTIL THE END.
NEVER WILL,
MY CONSCIENCE BEND.

TO YOU I WILL REMAIN,
A CRAZY CHILD.
BUT LITTLE DO YOU KNOW,
MY IMAGINATION RUNS WILD.

WITH THOUGHTS OF GRANDEUR,
SUCCESS AND WEALTH.
IN SPITE OF MY AILING,
MENTAL HEALTH.

FOR WE ARE ALL INSANE,
CAN'T YOU SEE?
WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
YOU ARE JUST LIKE ME.

WRITING