I,institutionalized

When fate tells you in your heart
That you're an executioner
You tend to behave like one

I was reminded...in conversation
Perhaps madness is,
too easily embraced

The truth is...
I'm just trying to wear a brave face
It's not a good luck charm
It's just all I've got...
To serve as food for thought

It's a fight that might,
tear me apart
The portrayal is negativity,
bled from a sick heart

I'm fine...
Just processing