Insanity of Perfection

October 5, 2011
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The people here, they scare me
Making me feel uncomfortable
The awkward feeling of
Being alone

The people here try to wash away my insanity
But soap will not render my peace
A bath is not for the mental
A bath is meant for the weak

I am like this because of myself
This is me, for the life I live
I can't repress my past
For it haunts me everyday

The "perfection" of these people sickens me
How much of their lives is a lie
For I can tell they all have suffered
For inside they're all the same

Just like me, we all will see
Strings will unravel, clothes will drop
To be left in their own flesh
Grin and bearing their insanity

Peace has now been rendered





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