Depression Is My Kryptonite

Ode to My Insanity

Wonderland retrieved me a brain

This withheld very strange thoughts

With the various knowledge stored in the separate lobes,

Both sides were constructed by the Mad Hatter himself.

I slipped into the rabbit hole of insanity

As if it were an entrance to an awfully delightful place

Covered with florescent lighting and rainbows swell with gay,

Vicious mind,

My thoughts were developed from depression and loneliness,

An abyss

Dark, never ending

By one gloomy idea,

Multiple repressed memories

Raging beneath the surface of my skull,

My mind was tampered with

By these lunatics.

It was so vast and yet evasive for the first time

My past thoughts seemed so vague

Like armies in a war,

Soldiers incapable of defeat,

Of those profound thoughts.

Nevertheless I resisted the urge to label them as freaks

As I was labeled as a heartless shell of a human.

I resisted the temptation to lock them

Away in a dungeon and shove my

Nonexistent sanity down their throats.

Like scavengers in the wild

Who chew up and spit out their prey

Without a sign of distaste left to swallow,

I spread out the sanity left and put on

A fake smile for those afraid of the lunatics.

The moral of my ode is this:

Sanity is better left insane,

And isn't part of a normal brain,

This isn't interesting if not

Constructed by the Mad Hatter in

Wonderland.