These thoughts, they chase themselves around
My head. Obscurring my view of the world
surrounding me. Not like society is any brighter then
Those thoughts, dark and dim, playing a game
Of tag, your it, time for you to take control.
Take the reigns, man the blades
That glide, smooth as ice, across
My leg. Society knows that there
Are more that feel the way I do.
They look at us, give a shrug
And push us all under a rug.
Too "messed up" to share with
The rest of the "healthy", "normal"
Population. When in reality, We are
The only ones "ballsy" enough to
Be real, not hide our true selves,
Try to be liked. Were way to far gone
To be concerned about all that nonsense.
So ignore me now, and maybe later.
Because by tomorrow ill be out of
Your hair.