What is insanity?
Why is it constantly blamed on clamity?
I feel as if the word and it's definition is to blame,
That crazy is just a stereotype to make people think you have to be and see things a certain way,
To build boundaries around people's minds,
And anything outside of that is evidence of insane signs,
The misfortunate ones are those who change,
Who think the brainwashing media is right and they should mold into a certain way,
But I disagree, STRONGLY disagree
Because why be something you weren't meant to be,
It's a sad cycle that humanity will never seem to learn,
But from that I've come to a realization that id rather be the black sheep of the herd

Strive to do right but my answers always wrong
Try to fight through it but I'm the farthest from strong
My anger is always boiling on 100 degrees
Constantly wondering why nobody will help me off my knees
Nothing can cure this heart palpatation
Only marijuana, my bittersweet temptation
A one hour time frame where my mind isn't a mess
Then almost instantly reality hits at its best
Always wondering, thinking, contemplating in distress
Then the frustration fights it's way to come next
It puts up a good fight, a fight I will never seem to win
But I will never stop showing it this is my life to live
The only way to calm the storm is fight it with a bluff
Then when that's over it's time to take another puff

I am just going to lye on my grass and allow the bugs to do what they want
Because as soon as I bask in my freedom, lying on that glistening green grass
Here comes the bugs getting ready for their attack
As soon as I flick one off, another comes
And as hard as I fight, the bugs are the ones who have won
Not because the quantity is too much for me to take
But because I let them get to me and over exaggerate
Realistically the bugs aren't going to eat me alive
It's the way you perceive these bugs, so you let them eat at your mind
And the more you allow it to happen, the more bugs will return
And will soon become a habit to much to overturn
but how am i suppose to free myself of becoming bug baite
Or convince myself that I am not everything I hate
I cant, and ive come to the conclusion I never will
Because as soon as I plan my picnik, I notice the ants making their way up the hill

There is a lunatic running around in my brain
He camouflages in my thoughts which makes him impossible to maintain
No matter the lengths I go to eliminate him, he will always come back
The times I doubt the truth is his favourite attack
He continuously tells me story's to convince me of the worst
My stupidity on handling the situation is the feedback he thirsts
Even worse feeling comes as I realize he's done it again
But the situation has gone to far for it to mend
So I let him do it, let him eat away at my trust
Ruining any potential relationship with just a fragile touch
But I let him stay, told him to make himself at home
Because as insane as it sounds, it's better than being alone