Insanity.

Call it what you want.
Label me “insane”.
Feed me some more pills.
Fuck with my brain.

I don’t need these doctors.
I’ve come to hate the white coats.
I hate the way they look at me.
They think of their sanity and gloat.

So what if I lost control?
So what if I’m “insane”?
At least I’m not a sheep
Playing this stupid game.

At least I have my friends
That dance around my head.
I’m enjoying this complete mania now.
After the storm I bled.