Insane Society
Imagine an invisible war with Invisible scars, From being locked inside an invisible prison with invisible bars. As everyone's thoughts come and go, Invading your own mind and energy flow. Never knowing to whom these thoughts belong Knowing not which ones are right and which ones are wrong. They say its an illness but I sure can't tell, Sometimes its a blessing while other times its hell They call my memories delusions and say they're not real, But how can they understand, how I actually feel. They call me disturbed, though actually I'm not, I just feel sad and maybe a little distraught. As my "fake" memories are all that I've got, Without them there's nothing, all else has been forgot, Medicine, they say actually holds the key, to making me as sane so I can function in this crazy society. There's no one left of my old family and friends, Though each new beginning inevitably comes from each difficult end. Yet its hard to start over again and again. All it really does is sedate my mind,dimming my thoughts and taming my brain, So I can't think too deeply or feel, too. Much pain. They think they are making me less insane. A little too normal, and far too mundane. Far from the world I used to know with plants and animals and faeries as friends They say there not real, that they're fake and pretend. Just because they cant be seen by most, don't mean they're not real Just like the angels, you have to believe with your mind and let your heart feel Its society's rejection that made me feel like a weirdo a freak, a Zero or loser, those whom are a little different, Society has always been their primary abuser. Its society's attitudes that often creates crime, addiction and suicide, Because of being rejected for differences, sedated, and cast aside.
2018-08-17 04:22:40
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