Asylum

Laughing at nothing is what I do

Hearing things and making up stories that sound true

Locked in a room that's supposed to be white

But I see colors streaming from left to right

People think I'm crazy because of my dreams I think I'm normal with a hint of unique

Asylums are for people who don't have control

I've gotten control of the entire world

Knowing everything makes me dangerous

Locking me up won't change a thing

This poem is about: 
Me

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