My Madness

Everyday is always the same

Drifting far, zoning out

As I'm clocking in

These pointless season change

Fast, feels like infinitely long

I changed everyone has, it never ever felt like it

This purple box caves in smaller,

My head full of satins children plotting mass hysteria

Filling my head with politics and crime

The tighter the box gets, I cradle myself for it to all go away,

I bleed away the time Wasting it on

Bullshit media, fascination of the web, I still feel alone despite

Being so connected to All zero of my friends, I gave all my fears away, fire inside my lungs, darkness covers me like cancer, I know I have it, others don't

Positively impacted with the white stage mask, no questions no problem

If they knew this pain they wouldn't be so god damn full of themselves, insecurities inspire massacres of the mind, We all got them, we deny them, I feel unwanted and forgotten,

Being a white penile on a white canvas is a little amusing, people abuse that factor, I banter at them cause they glow of happiness,

For sadness is creativity from deep in the soul an mind, burning people only know the outer layer of pain, they smile, I frown I show this outer Pain and speak the inner suffering

The pain grows fast like a storm, I just have not found my umbrella or sunshine, I'm the sponge I absorb this negativity, I turn it into creativity, this is my pain, drains me from life, It's never been okay, I just accepted the fact that my body aches and screams to be seen, to be felt of this pain, maybe just to be mended into a happier me.