You sit out the days and nights in a room of metal bars
trying to convince the world that they are the ones in prison
while the strychnine and syrup pools on your liars tongue
the music rises and you elbow your way to the center spotlight determined
to claim it
but there is one already waiting
one who owns this time
and if you dance with the devil don't expect him to play fair
because you are his favorite guest
an easy conquering
a mere take out order
as you choose to let him lead
ignoring the pricking of your thumbs and turning another blind eye
the definition of this insanity is to expect a different outcome
but the only ties you long to keep are the ones holding this monkey to your back
as you take your bows in that spotlight and wait
for the next performance
never noticing the clanging
as time rusts those metal bars shut
while you peer out
still insanely convinced you are on the winning side
still chillingly convinced you are the winner
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
I wake as your friend You wake as my lover
I speak as your lover You speak as my friend
I act as your possession You are my possesion
I rebel as your cover A means to an end
I hurt for your compassion You live for my acceptance
I injure for your respect Though it's never been withheld
I confide for your emotion You crave my direction
I give and you collect Never will you rebel
This is madness This is Sparta
This is insanity This is the price of exellence
I can't be everything for you I am your everything
You can't be everything for me I am magnificence
You treat everyone the same I am fair and righteous
As a friend, yet as a lover And yet you seek more
And it's a cruel, cruel game Dare you grow capricious
From your twisted love, no one recovers You'll become one I abhor
I am done You are confused
(I am never done) And I will not calm you
I am sick As I am amused
(But I'm not tired) As I drop little clues
I will run You'll never leave me
(I won't run) But I'll abandon you
Because I love you You'll always need me
(A better word is 'desire') And I'll never need you
Let me go! My grip is vice-like
(But you're not holding me) I'm not ready to let you go
Bring me back! If I lose you, 'my dear'
(But I never left) I must find yet another 'beau'
Love me only! And I've not the time to put effort
(But you love equally) In little minions like you
Push me away! I've not a care to give for
(Or bridge this rift) You insects I never knew
Please, disappear I am your torture
One day you'll understand But I am your salvation
That the twisted way you love I am your executioner
Could coax death from any human And I am your redemption
Please, disappear! You'll wish me dead forever
Though I'll weep when you're gone You'll wish me dead I know
I know sanity will return And you'll wish yourself deader
And I'll eventually move on. When away I finally go
with hearts and flowers
but, then took a sinister twist
his cruelty knew no bounds
as he chipped away
at her self-confidence
insidiously planting seeds of doubt
she lost sense of self
destroying her sanity
while she slowly faded away
Kellyrose March 25, 2014
Reality is not what I see
I know this.
Yet, I believe what comes before me
What my eyes scan.
I know it is merely my mind
It wants to fool me
And laugh while I struggle through the images.
I know this.
Yet, I do nothing to change it.
My insanity is my escape
It is my way out of reality
Out of my repetitive excuse of life
And I feel sane in the world of the insane
I know my world is a paradox
Yet, I never want to leave it.
I anticipate that without me
It will begin to die away.
My world of insanity
Of my escape.
The hospital lights flicker across the street
The room is foggy but if I close my eyes I can feel you here with me
I try to stay awake because reality has become my dream
It took me years to realize things are what they seem
Put your face close to mine and I'll help you see
This worlds insanity
and I know
I said I’d be better
and I would
and I have no
to catch the
I don’t have
to tend to the cuts
on my hands
of my broken
losing pieces of
I’m so scared;
nothing makes sense
and I don’t even
want to be here
I DONT THINK I CAN GO ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT YOUR VOICE AND YOUR SMILE AND THAT TWINKLE IN YOUR EYE. YOUR ARMS WERE HOME AND IM SO FUCKING HOMESICK AND I STILL LOVE YOU I THINK. EVERYTHING YOU SAID TO ME LINGERS IN MY THOUGHTS EVERY MORNING AND EVERY NIGHT AND OH GOD I JUST HOPE ILL BE ALRIGHT.
tattooed across my hand
it's a reminder.
now you're probably thinking,
"a reminder to what?"
you probably think it's something common like,
"INSANITY to remind you to be insane."
the profound few might think,
"INSANITY as a reminder that everyone else is insane."
really INSANITY's a reminder of the fact that
everyone else might be crazy,
and that's even worse.
everyone else might be insane.
you'll never really know.
but the insane ones are the ones
that can trick you,
and damage you,
and break you,
but you never notice until
it's too late.
You see, darling,
I've been tricked,
and so unbelievably, damaged.
That I need the reminder,
tattooed across my hand,
to remind me
and I have good reasons
to be paranoid.
Trust no body.
Everybody's up to something.