poetry

~ Deranged ~

~ Deranged ~

I see normal people
Normal people with normal heads
Normal heads full of normal thoughts
Thinking about their wives and jobs
Or what they have to do when they get home
The next time they’ll visit their family
Or what show they’re going to watch
Before going to bed.

Those normal people
I know if they took one look inside this head
It would be like watching some foreign film
Without subtitles.

How is it even possible I ended up this way
So far removed from the rest
That I have to train my tongue
To act out a performance just to get by.

I’m honestly so tired of this
I’m so tired of this script
I’m so tired of this performance
And these predictable people.

I think it’s time to loosen this tongue
And let the normal people see
Just what’s inside my head
Even if it’s just insanity
Or irrationality
Or a deranged poem
From a deranged mind

In a deranged world.

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