What goes on in that pretty little head.
Teetering back and forth.
Whispering and hearing voices.
Battling insanity.
Sometimes crystal clear.
Inside that box in your head.
Four sides with no key.
Seem so innocent.
Yet all the rage and fury ready to escape.
In time your wrath will be known.
Only you know.
Our nasty little experiment.
There is no remedy.
For your diagnosis.