I'm Not Insane
I'm Not Insane
I usually talk to the other me
For no one else do I see
Who is willing to listen
And comprehend my frisson?
I often mumble unintelligently
Cause no one acts gently
Everyone believes I'm crazy
Everyone laughs, but I'm hazy
I'm not insane, I have a deficiency
Of confidence; unhappiness ebulliency
Laid behind, lacking and lagging
Yet somehow, smiling and laughing
I daily do unwise body actions
I'm so into the other, I get mind distractions
Although, every day I swallow my medications
My symptoms only get minor substractions
I'm not insane, I'm only tired
Of all noises of life, just retired
Far from obligations and pressures
That is why I do unintelligent gestures
I'm not insane, I'm just exhausted
By the level of unhappiness my body consumed
Raise my serotonin, make my mind envigorated
From my stress and strains, get me exhumed.