To Be Insane

“I’m sick from the disease eating away at me inside, sick of people who don't appreciate their blessings, sick of those who scoff at the suffering of others. I'm sick of it all.”

 

What does it truly mean to be insane?

To not follow the inane

Standards of society

Not to sustain

This ridiculous propriety

To have snapped so drastically

That you react so spastically

Going into a sporadic fit of rage

Because they can’t appreciate your sage

They call you crazy, so you prove them right

Play the part, don’t even try to fight

But they can never understand

And we can never reprimand

Because they fear us

Won’t come near us

Like we’re a disease

But we act with ease

Ignoring the ignorant

Belligerent

Degenerants

In this viral

Downward spiral

I will

Gladly stand up and say what you repress

This isn’t about me though, I’m sorry. I digress…

 

People are so afraid to lose their sanity

Lost in meticulous

Ridiculous

Self-serving vanity

Perfecting each stride

With their pitiful pride

How can you hope to understand something without first losing it?

Using it

Carelessly all your days

Will only get you set in your ways

Make you ungrateful

Unfaithful

Insolence is a sin

Let me say it again

In a way you might comprehend

You made us this way, you made us go nuts

Trust me; no if, and, or buts

About it

You shouted

And screamed

Until the sanity just teemed

Bled from our brains

You caused these immense pains

But once more I apologize, and I won’t be lazy

I take full responsibility for my going crazy

 

These words were never meant for me

You see

Like I’ve said

My sanity… is dead

My breaking points already been broken

And all that’s left is a mere memory, a token

Of when I…we… were like you, afraid of the unknown

Terrified of what’s not shown

But open your eyes and again, you see, I’ve grown

Grown into my own person, a life you’d call unorthodox

You call me crazy though I’m the sane one, a living paradox

These words are for you

Instructions of what you must do:

Step 1: love those who hate you

Step 2: embrace all who berate you

Step 3: call this task impossible

Step 4: learn that this word is disgusting, it merely isn’t plausible

Step 5: find happiness in your own heart

If at all you get confused simply begin from the start

 

Have I lost anyone, are we all together?

Those aren’t really rules you know, only guidelines. Never

Let someone dictate your actions

Follow guidance, take advice. But you’re not here for their satisfaction

I think that’s where people become confused

Bemused

Trying to please everyone and put on a show

Present a nice little package wrapped all neat with a bow…

Because that, my friend, is what the world encourages;

Contradicting views, stifling those who should flourish. This…

This is where we depart from the crowd

They call us crazy, insane, and we should be proud.

Hell, scream it out loud

Shout to the sky

Till the day that we die

Make our words, clear, strong and dutiful

Insanity isn’t a disease; it’s a perspective, a lifestyle.

One that’s oh so beautiful.