Yes I am insane, insane because lots of people have bashed my brains
They tried to mould me to be like them, to control me and hold the reins
I don’t take it any more, this is why I rant
I know the fantasy in this blog is becoming more and more scant
But I need to release this strain of mine
Because my brain I need to find
I need to release it to the wind
I need to be free and untinned
I need to go my own way, not lean upon vagrant strays
I can’t stand upon my own two feet, when I am tying knots with those who deceit
I can’t be me when I am trying to be, something YOU expect of me
I’m not what you want, you see
I am not here for your therapy
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