Psycho

Madness assumes several forms
Call me crazy or insane
You’re still miles from the target
Is it that you cannot see?
Or refuse to see the devil in me?
I don’t take pride in what I’ve become
I fear myself for what I might turn into
A fucking psycho!
You’ll vehemently deny, I know
That’s because you just don’t know
You haven’t seen first hand
What or who I can become
Crouching under the window
My face pressed against the cold wall
I watch the curtains’ shadow dance
To the melancholy rhythm of the warm noon breeze
I gaze at the blue, blue sky
Reaching out with hope through the glittering lies
That seem to hypnotize
I wondered if you’d be afraid
To watch me this way
Or more so of what I thought
As I sat looking empty on the floor
It seemed impossible to break this trance
that I seemed to be trapped in
The exit seemed plausible to me
But psychotic to you
You’re not really here
It couldn’t matter less
the spotless walls demanded decoration
I parted with smudges of my life
The pain bursting to be felt through the seams of paralysis
Shattering the trance that held me captve
Returning me from the clutches of insanity
Now do you see?
Perhaps my words don’t paint a pretty picture
It’s as close as I could get
To get you to distance me
From yourself and the world you belong to
To safekeep them from being infected
By this deadly disease for which there exists no cure
It might seem absent at times
Don’t let that fool you
A fallacy that tempts one to fantasize
Refrain!
It will forever remain inside of me
Always.

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