I wanted to tell a story
Of how I came to be where I am today
But you see it wasn’t my story

I wanted to paint a master piece
And hang it in a gallery for everyone to see
But remembered someone already did that

I went out and wanted to run around the world
Just like I used to
No wait, that was someone else too

Thought I might be losing my mind
Or already had
They told me I wasn’t original enough for that

Picked up my pen today and wrote something amazing
But it just didn’t feel good enough to share

Read the insanity of others, written into their poetry
And found that I wasn’t alone

I put my words out there with the rest of them

I became an original for the first time
With this beautiful insanity dwelling in my poetry too

Insanity distilled and shared

Wicked, twisted

Beautiful