Poetically Driven

We Are The Insane

An emptiness,

A land forgotten,

A part of the mind,

That exists only with the ones insane,

We are the ones who understand what it's like,

What it's like to be crazed,

Picked on for what we are,

While the others are fucked up and dazed,

We are quiet,

Hushed voices not saying a word,

When inside of our heads,

It's the loudest sound you can ever hear,

It could be high pitched screams,

So many voices,

Nothing's what it really seems,

We've made bad choices,

Look at the broken,

Look at the tamed,

Somehow we've all spoken,

We've all been named,

Stupid,

Loser,

Fat,

Dumbass chooser,

It's this part inside of us,

That drives of insane,

But it wasn't our fault,

Your the ones to blame,

There are kids outside,

Cutting themselves,

Harming,

Killing themselves,

And it was because they fucking lost it,

Those cool kids you see,

Are the ones who fucked up the freaks,

Even fucked up me!

We are the voices inside,

The voices unheard,

The damaged ones,

Finally soaring like pigeons and birds,

It's a world that's damaged,

Crashed,

Destroyed,

Smashed,

We are the empty,

We are the forgotten,

We are that part of the mind,

 That only exists in the insane...

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Idk how but today I have poet's block or whatever, but here's a poem I wrote like...idk last month? (got bad memory who cares? lol) So ya, vote & shit.

Bye \(*.*)/