A poem about the inner struggles between sanity and insanity. It can't last forever. |
I live my life through a shroud of insanity. I try to sleep, but it's impossible. Visions of sex and violence fill my head. I look in a mirror and see an unfamiliar person. Others see me as brilliant, while I disagree. I see people and imagine them dead. I do not wish for others to be dead. How can I cope with the insanity? I disagree with the thoughts I have. Is life without insanity impossible? How can I stop living like this person? I believe there’s something wrong with my head. My hands are covered in emotional blood. Blood from my worst enemies and best friends. I can't think straight and my mind's in disarray. My tears are sharp, yet my blade is dull. On the outside, I am the geeky student who sits quietly. And when i'm alone, I beat myself up. My life at school is one of despair The jocks and preps are all my foes, And I am but one weak nerd, a loner. Even by myself I cannot escape pain, For my mind bends me all the times, Driving me closer to the edge of insanity… When the 'inner me' breaks loose, I'm scared I am afraid that sometime I’ll shed real blood, That I will sneak up behind some one. Possibly one of my own friends, And my thoughts will scream, "Kill!"...but I won't. I guess sanity isn’t impossible…. …for now. |