Oh, the joys of normacy
of which I will never enjoy.
My anger at those who delve into the stereotype
has made me wiser.
There is a hidden monster within:
the grounds of a campus
the carved caves of a digital cyberspace
a dent on a brick wall
made by out stones of anger
which we so desperately pour out of our muscles and veins.
Only the lucky ones to live.
Only the lucky ones to grace the gift of Life.
But are damned and receive the tortures of this cruel world.
A world where happiness is offered, but not given to those who reject the foolishness and seek knowledge.
The consequence of the good quality is an onslaught of negative needles that burn through us.
A feeling of internal hell is etched into our minds, and the poison lingers in our souls, branding us for what feels to be an eternity.
This world has created zombies...That live.
A hybrid of the lucky ones who live, who carry the feelings of anguish of those who were not so lucky.
The ones whose heart pumped the fire of pain through thier veins...And mercilessly flooded out, carrying their poor souls with it.
A hybrid of those who are dead, yet alive.
Institutionalized, ridiculed, cut.
Punishments and pains of the tainted population...No, the tainted army of the foolish and ignorant.
Are we actually insane?!
If we were, we'd all be dead.
We'd all be institutionalized.
These monsters within would never grace the light of day or the quality of living.
These monsters..."Crazy" they call us..."Insane" they call us..."Mental" they call us.
All words made by a corrupt group that strive to preserve the idea of "normacy".
Anyone who doesn't fit the bill is jailed in some form.
Whether it be half dead, or completely dead.
But these monsters; we take joy from hearing your diatribes.
Masochistic tendencies form.
To the point where the steel of your institution crumbles in our hands.
And when we are free.
We will be free in all cases.
You think you can lock me away.
Not while I still live.
Call me crazy if you want?
I enjoy it.
Yes...I am crazy.
Because life would be no fun without that monster in me.
Life would be no fun sane.
Life would be no fun normal.