I'm crying, though the tears refuse to come.
This mental anguish, like a million pin pricks,
Casts down upon me its wrath, that numb feeling.
I'm cold and distant now, mind burning beneath,
Beneath the surface, a raging wildfire of emotion.
Angry thoughts find themselves becoming expressed.
I remember people I don't know, they laugh at me.
They snicker and tell me I'm crazy and should go.
Was I to be locked away within an asylum?
It wouldn't matter, I'd be safely concealed in insanity.
New friends tell her to leave me, I'm a hazard to her.
I wouldn't hurt her, though I hurt, bleeding anger.
That crimson emotion seems to flow so freely,
Expelled by dry tears and sharp tongue,
Like a serpentine lashing out at those around him,
My surroundings are closing in, four walls converging.
All have but one wish and that is to vanquish me.
But, I have not yet left my mark on this pitiful planet.
That infantile king has not yet brought the axe down,
To lop off the head of his twisted jester, who cries.
I guess I won't be making anyone laugh now...