I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure
I call it individuality!
Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity
Albert Einstein said insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
One day I'll stop writing about being heartbroken.
One day I'm sure I'll get a different result.
As humans we aren't meant to comprehend truth, because of it i'm drowning
There is a boat i won't grab onto, for the boat is only for believers
The people try to pull me in, but i won't adjust so i'm only pulling them down with me
I pulled 2 people down with me, now they're gone. I'm still drowning ...
The boat doesn't even matter anymore, I drift under the sea blanket of insanity.
It is said that insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results
Call me crazy because I will repeatedly repeat and never learn
Maybe I don't want to learn because I love the cycle of yes and no and mostly no
Even though it kills us both
We are insane because we know that it is wrong and that's the way it has to go
And yet we try, and don't try again and again
And the pen etches into the page the same stanzas
The monotony sounds like harmony
Because in our insanity we are happier and unhappier than we will ever be
I would rather die waiting for change than to be without your sweet disappointment
To relent and reclaim my sanity would be a tragedy because I would have to write new stanzas and my pen is too in love with our poetry, to welcome a new subject
For the sake of my pen (at risk of her heartbreak) I will reject the cry inside of me to run to reality
While the hurricane proves pathetic fallacy outside of our window
We breathe lunacy and embrace
Those who Dance to the Music are
considered Insane by those who cannot Hear it.
But are we not all insane?
Are we not part of the same life of sound, music and death?
Are we not all behind the same wall?
We're all insane. It's just that not everyone knows it.
Which is why they're staring at me because I'm humming.
I'm sure everyone knows they're insane but refuse to admit it.
So they stare and judge.
Of course, we're absolutely mental.
All the best people are.
But the really insane ones are those who think they're normal.
Yet they send us to mental institutions.
Because they honestly don't realize . . . we all have monsters.
We stopped running from the ones under our beds, when we realized
they were inside of us.
We're all monsters.
No avoiding it.
I'm trying out the hashtag thing. Not sure if I did it right. Oh well.