Insanity Insanity
Location
Not knowing what to think
Always forgetting to blink
Never seeking what is right
The lights seem to be too bright
Unsure of the truth or lies
Those pills make my mouth so dry
Wandering in mind and body
They say my stories are so bawdy
Crashing into walls and people alike
I will always be stuck in the psych!
Losing your mind to thoughts with no meaning
The other patients are always babbling
Lost love from people once known
I wonder how much my niece has grown
Insanity knows no end, it never ceases
All these rooms are just separate cages
The treatment never helps
They all ignore our yelps
The cries are heard but never listened to
Sometimes it’s even hard to chew
Nobody has time, nobody cares anymore
I feel oh so rotten to the core
Crazy to others, sensible to the owner
I’m not crazy, I’d know if I were
Insanity takes its toll in time
When did being myself become a crime?
By facing the fears of many
My eyes can sometimes get quite blurry
And imbue them into a single person
When I go speak, they meet with shun
The lunatic foams and spits words
Sometimes I don’t want to push onwards
Nonsense spoken and not understood
We’re no different than those that received sainthood
Never able to be spoken to
Before food, we have to stand in queue
One-sided conversations with no subject
I get no say in the final verdict
Locked in a single room with beds for walls
I still manage to get lost in these halls
And hugging himself by force
After screaming, my voice gets a bit hoarse
Two people constantly arguing in one head
Often I feel so misled
Hearing the knocking,
But always listening to the mocking
The beating of drums,
Constantly seeing the phantoms
The torture of sound
It makes such a horrible pound
Symbols on paper, on walls,
Thrown right back into our stalls
Engrained in the mind
Complaints are always whined
Thinking nothing but madness
My mind fades to blankness
Treated less-than-human, offered alleviation
I can hear the creatures beckon
No end to the pain, to the unimaginable
These doctors seem intent to become baneful
Visions of creatures nonexistent
Maybe all of this is just my figment
Sight of people long passed beyond
But we aren’t allowed to respond
Demented minds and souls belong to many
And our suffering is plenty
But what deems them crazy and not the public
It’s quite a devilish trick
Where do the fields mingle when eventually,
Everyone can scream like a banshee
Insanity takes us all
Insanity takes us all