Seeing a thing that's real but imagining it's not
Or to feel something soft, but imagine it is hard
One being must lie to themselves, refuse belief
All while manipulations swarm, in dissonance
For I've chosen belief, if somehow I am able
If I know that I cannot nor even know why
The contradictions own my mind and fears
If I'm truly mad, existing on a lunatic fringe
Where I'm walking upon a path of sorrow
My mind paves the road to fear and despair
All perceptions of truth are based on facts
I'm lost in madness, into the abyss, I stare
If facts can no longer ever be interpreted
Due to a mind's ache, impoverished state
There's nowhere to turn, as I hunger
My mental game is played, and I fail
I wondered why I bothered or cared
Especially since I'm alone again
Lost in my corner, silenced
A wound upon the corporal body
Society's ignored and broken
I'm waiting for selective reduction
But I also wait for restoration
Knowing that I'm obsolete
Knowing my worth is nothing
To those who cannot perceive worth
