Insanity,
They say it’s when a person goes crazy,
When a person loses their mind.
They’re right in saying that,
But is that the full answer?
Insanity,
It is when a person loses their mind,
Their personality,
The essence that makes them who they are.
That is the true meaning of the word,
Insanity.
I wonder, am I insane?
I look down at my hands,
Unrecognizable to me.
I look down at my legs and feet,
Unrecognizable to me.
Insanity,
It calls out to me, leading me to a mirror.
I look into my own eyes,
Or what seem to be my own.
Are they still mine?
Insanity,
Causing my mind to slip away,
My personality fading.
I close my eyes,
Regretting my choice.
Insanity,
It paints a picture in my mind.
I’m standing there,
A river to my front,
A chest to my side.
Insanity,
Pushes me to open the chest.
My issues, the problems in my life flowing out,
Now pushing me closer to the river.
I feel a strong sense of Insanity now.
A bridge appears as my issues draw me closer to the river.
Insanity,
Waits on the other side,
Separated by the river,
A bridge, my only way across to,
Insanity.
Do I cross?
I take one step,
My body feels a weird sensation,
I plant both feet on the bridge.
Insanity,
It rushes through me and I felt it.
I also feel me slipping away.
Do I still cross?
I can feel my body welcome,
Insanity*,
But am I really insane?
