My thoughts run morbid and deeper than average
I sit here questioning my love for the ones I do have
And after everyone I've abandoned and left behind
I cannot forgive anything after all of this time
I live my life in a constant subconscious fear
Afraid of nothing, the impossible, and the unclear
I imagine the craziest of theories and lose trust for those involved
I walk away angry, not solving what needs to be solved
I hide and run away from things that cause me anxiety
Though most of it beyond my control, I can't ever let them be
I overreact to things that couldn't matter any less
I think the reason you'll befriend me is for some kind of personality test
Even I myself think the way I act is inane
Now do you think I can call myself insane? |