Insanity is not being mentally ill It's being mentally twisted It's when you've been dragged in so much hate Drowned in anger Beaten with pain Until. . . . You finally break And you can't take it anymore So you stop reaching for the sanity found in society And reach for the darkness found in the back of your brain Always waiting for you... What was once a flame Was doused into a wisp of smoke... What was once a roaring wave Has settled into a silent river What what was sanity Has mutated into insanity...
To All Reader: I ask of you to give me you critiques on my poems. I want to become a better poet, and i need to know what i need to work on.