freestyle

my mind isn't just a place

it's a safe house

well for me that is

as for people

it's often misunderstood

a place of so many questions

feels like a maze

seems like wonderland

not the good kind

where Alice finds herself

but where Alice is lost in time

time that doesn't really move

to me it's a piece of my soul

The dark twisted part

the part that constantly blurs my ability to believe

hope

feel like "normal" people

eye don't see like normal people

i don't feel like normal people

what is normal anyway

at least it's a question I've been asking my whole life

eye know I'm not

At least because of the way "people" describe it

but what do people know

people don't even understand themselves

I don't either

Doesn't that make me "normal"

because although I don't share positive qualities

I share the negatives

negatives are still okay

Right?

the gift to see thru another soul

to understand a person's pain

it amplifies mine tho

gives me more to write about

at least try to right them out

I am not perfect

But "no one is"

it's what _they_ say

but I think those with crooked smiles and slightly different words to speak of are the most perfect of them all

why label a person's sanity because of the words they spit

I think the words you spit are far worse

For you not want to understand more than you know

So your ignorance and shallowness tries to degrade another

if it were to be up to me "insanity" wouldn't be a thing

wouldn't have meaning like we do other words like "weird" and "imperfect"

We kill people

like we aren't already dead on the inside