Poetry

Insanity

I watch the days go by, numbly.

I remember the teasing still.

Falling and falling again,
A countless number of times,
But still I rose.

For what? To be pushed back down?

I'm sick of it. But at the same time, I need it to survive.

What can I say? It's been another day.

Nothing has changed. I carry on with my head down, shoulders hunched.

Until I met her.

She changed me, oh yes she did. I kept my head up from that day on, but I wasn't the same.

My eyes were wild, and I wanted to hurt them the way they hurt me. Down.

This may be insanity, but this is the new me.

//'Okay then', back in your cage. -shoves physiopathological me into her cage-.