Strength in Numbers

I think I'm going mental
perhaps a tad insane
all the idiots around me
are messing with my brain.

Put me in a straight jacket
sew my lips shut tight,
put some liquid blood thinners
into my veins; before I start a fight.

Lock me in a padded room
so I can let some energy loose,
maybe I'll scream until I can't hear
or attack the walls until I tear; a hole so big, fuzzy guts on the floor.

But maybe that won't be enough
maybe the pain won't ever stop
strap me to a chair
and send an electric shock through my hair; and to my heart!

I think I'm going mental
perhaps a tad insane
surrounded by broken mirrors
shards falling down like rain,

but it's beautiful; how broken I seem to be
as I look around-
I see a million other people
who feel just like me.