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