Questioning my own sanity, and weighing it against that of the human race is the question that sparked this piece. Am I insane or is it simply the mass majority of the human race?
I’m tired of being mad
Downtrodden and pained
I wish I could be joyful, happy, or glad
But my mind is irrevocably stained
From pretending to be so restrained
I’m disgusted with being disgusted
Wretched, soured and full of disdain
I’d rather be normal and well adjusted
But my attempts at apathy have all been in vain
So I watch as all of our good names are slain
Being so vengeful has made me weary
A sense of enlightenment I’ve yet to attain
Perhaps because I see the world too clearly
Never believing your lying campaigns
As we become less and less humane
I’m quite simply exasperated by the futility
A daily struggle to control my own brain
This veneer of humanity in all its fragility
Like a shadow in the cascading rain
Perhaps it is myself who is actually insane
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