I'm Not Insane

Leave,
Take off,
Just run away.
Tell me what is there to say?
Do I accept it? Do I go?
One more thing I just don't know.

Sick of being ill and hurt.
Watching my body fail its work.
They think I'm mad, torn up, twisted.
I don't have the energy to handle all this.
Psychologists and councellors,
Doctors who don't know.
A lack of sleep, it's come to this,
Feel like I'm gonna blow.

Corruption,
The only remedy?

Dance,
My only escape?

Music,
Is a friend to me.

But then,
the threat of rape.

It doesn't even bare thinking about.
What's the point in a scream, or shout.
Fools, the lot.
I'm not insane.
There's just a lot running through my brain.