Insane is what they call me, thinking they are being clever
'Cuz they don't see how hard I work and struggle against the Beast raging and thrashing through the depths of my mind
Most ignore me, scampering away to whisper about me with mocking tones or fear I will kill them in their sleep
Already I hear the choked out whispers of the peers I call friends
Laughing without care in overly sugary thoughts while I keep my thought hidden and drift along
Lone thoughts float and weave through the fabric spun by the Fates
Always watching, constant thought
Life swirls and bends around me as I watch them fade away
Often I think about those who spend their life as what is accepted and then consider them if they were me but can't
No one who would, could or even tried to understand you
Everything leaves the stage and crumbles into dust while I watch, alone as the audience
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Diary Of The Mad
Fiksyen RemajaA diary is the window to most innocent girls souls. Meet Alice, people believe her to be insane and they are right and she knows it. This is her diary of spoken and unspoken words to world, her insight on all of the interesting things but, the thing...
