mindless chatter fills my scrambled head
and my filters are crushed
underneath the weight
of what I think,
what I feel.
Why can't you listen to me?
You force my walls to crumble
so that new ones can be built
to retain my insanity
and keep it from the world,
or is it sanity?
How can I know?
and for that matter
where is YOUR
right to know?
Where is your right
to slam the doors to my head open
and will my thoughts away?
Why is it in your hands
what I am allowed to know,
feel,
think,
believe?
You don't like sorrow.
Bam!
you storm in my head
like it's your own
and now all I have is happiness.
You don't like regret?
Bam!
again you take from me!
What is left I wonder,
When you've taken
all that does not appeal to you?
Ignorance
and bliss.
Is this what you wanted?
Did you dream of a world
where trust is a form of how
happy you can make someone?
Did you think that by
taking knowledge from me,
from every person,
you could deem this world sane?
You took our thoughts,
our feelings, our will,
but who is left to take yours
I wonder?
Our minds are now trapped in you
and you can't just will them away.
What will you do
I wonder?
You want to keep us from sorrow
and pain,
but it’s not something to be meddled with!
So leave me my mindless chatter.
Leave me my insanity...
or is it sanity?
I don't know,
but just leave it for me to find out.