Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

ENTROPY

I am running out of words,
I can't spell the words right,
Forbidding the hours that i thought i might,
Loose control from my sight,

The sun still shines from within,
And to burry the feelings wasn't a sin,
Living with insanity as a teen,
I can't distinguish the real,
From the unreal,

For real,
The world seems surreal,
We might caught by it's own traps,
Are we?,
Or just humans did not know how to appreciate madness?,
Or does the world not fair at all?,
Or just the people?,

The world is round,
The flat earth society may contradict,
Beliefs supposed to be sick,
Just to be cured by reality and kick,
Respect culture and brainless opinions,
For they were just messing up allegations,

I am tired for seeking the edge of the rainbow,
For they were seemingly fools minds,
It was just a reflection on the vapors of the rain,
Now tell the people whose insane,

Creatures in my mind wasn't that nice,
They're just hunts me,
Should it be twice?,
I commonly place my pen on the sheet,
And let the decision on the dice,

I will count one to one thousand,
because this society just begged for mercy,
Does the pledge of being a good citizen is the key?,
Or ellimination of the unprpductive ones, dying spree,

Ticks, and statues,
Unwanted diseases punctures,
Discrimination and structures,
This society must be mold with dentures,

Learn how to appriciate things,
The feeling that my heart suddenly sings,
For the only meaning of life is to know what your path brings,
In the end, death will smile at you and it's the real thing,

Sorrow can't hide your emotions,
Even a smile can be faked,
And laughter isn't a good medicine,
Too much laughter can make you insane,
Too much emotions can make you swim in vain,
Even telling the truth was a constant pain,

Randomness and unorganized,
My poems just really doesn't emphasized,
The blood I owe wss sweet,
Writing the letters clearly on the sheet,

Some may choose to be someone else,
Some may choose to be who they are,
Some may choose to die,
And some may choose to live in the living lie,

The sense of being a human is humility,
And i am humiliated,
Does word have different meaning,
But as you can see,
The society just brought this two things to me,

My voice wasn't that nice,
And my bones cracks when i stepped the stage twice,
And living qith harmony with people who didn't think thrice,
Was a living hell inside the asylum,

This is land,
Forced you go to the sand,
Relax yourself,
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Till someone shout.