I am a wandering spirit tangled in the shit of this transient thing called human existence.
I'm the product of the things that have happened to me and the decisions I refused to make. I am nothing different than other people, I am pretty normal-- well, I thought I was unique back then but people started claiming they were unique too, so, hello reality.
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EXITSYARCHIVES;
Look at the new generation,
Teenagers who claim to be ‘emo’.
Expressing all emotions and self mutilation,
That’s the name of the game.
Society calls them insane.
Or how about those who love video games?
Graphics created, pixel by pixel,
Combined with a game play.
A new world, created behind a screen.
Players labelled insane for a hobby,
For it does not coincide with reality.
The love for childish things
As the word insanity comes to mind,
So does the past, present and possible future.
Tell me, what do you define as insane?
For everything in this world seems to be
Insane, in one form or another.
Such as cartoons, dolls and toys.
If you like them after the age of 14, you’re insane.
Don’t ask why, its what society says,
And apparently what society says,
Is what goes in this world of decadence.
As an individual, I proudly admit this:
I am insane. Mentally, physically and spiritually.
Sanity is deranged, twisted and corrupted,
At least through my eyes anyway.
The future ahead mixed into grey,
Our world no longer black and white.
So tell me, are you insane too?