It's not fun
Being poked
Being prodded
Experimented on
But everything is okay
I grin
Tears held back
For one sake
For one single purpose
That I can never
Never forget
So I hold my head
Hold it high
Keep trudging along
Keep going alone
Keep plodding nowhere
Without a destination
No way to escape
Or be saved
Or to fly
But still
I give myself false hope
I want to be free
But everyone does
Don't they
I'm suffering here alone
Within my own mind
For that one person's sake
And that sake itself
Is the only reason
Why I am
Unable to distinguish
This evil nature
From my one and only true
Self.
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Insanity and the Mind
PoetryThis topic explores that strange part of everyone's mind that is just peculiar or something. It also deals with insanity and other topics that people don't think about too much.