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I sat in the corner
Screaming out your name.
Claws wrench at my soul,
Holding tight
To the beating in my chest.
This weight upon me,
Crushing like a mace,
Holds me into despair
As my light fades away.
I call out the words,
Intending to draw you home,
To have your love again.
But what is this?!
You turn away
A the words that I say.
How can it be,
That I spoke words of sweet destruction?
Words I knew not to say?
How can it be?
Why me!?
Why me!?
I curl up in the corner,
The jacket cutting me.
The cold, hard floor,
Confirming my insanity.
Once again, I scream your name,
As you fade into my illusions.
I look to the door,
Small window crisscrosses with wire.
They say this is an asylum.
A place to keep the insane from the sane.
Is wanting to be happy insane?
A wickedn grin,
A crooked smile.
This I know.
The world is an asylum,
All people belong.
The sane are the ones,
Who are trapped there at all.
Those of us,
Who embrace nonconformity...
WE ARE FREE!
WE ARE FREE!