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Insane
Insane
As the river flows, so does my hate
Society wonders how much more I’ll take
How long will I allow myself to be pushed
Until I push back
Do I let these things happen to me
Do I have control
Or am I a pawn with strings
Controlled by the evils from hell
I look for a savior
And what do I see
A reflection of a stranger
That lies to me
I damn the stranger
From where it came
Then my sanity rips
As I go insane
No one can reach me
Do they try
Can I be saved
Or should I just die
You know...I have worked with the mentally ill and I have joined their little "club" myself from time to time. As far as I can tell, I believe that the concept of insanity comes from an inner turmoil...two places from within trying to take control over the center of their gravity which is you. Like a host, being fought over by two alien conditions, thoughts, concepts or feelings. I heard a wise man say once. "Hammer or nail only you can decide which you are." Sounds to me from this poem that you have a decision to make that just isin't as black and white as some people would like for you to believe it should be. There in lies the conflict... In the end...we die. Live your life for you and make your own ideals and follow no heartbeat but your own and you'll be amazed how the concept of insanity just floats away... Only you know what is true and right in your heart of hearts... Peace to you and be safe always. Great poetry!