Poking my fingers to my throat…sensing breath…I am alive.
Laughing at the walls so imaginative…marking down the slides…I conceive.
Rolling on the floor, crying out for retort…from the ballasts of my mind…I release.
Clues to the truth spread so thin…I enjoy their shapeless bitter trends…I disbelieve.
Parched to death for love and kindness…starved by my own people…I am hopeless.
Watching death on the TV, told what I am to believe…is not what I see…that evil owns us.
Mental so elaborately confined in this captivity…all for my own good…safe from what’s outside.
Past the point of frustration, laughing at the situation…may be better off than you…yay for insanity.