The Symptoms of Insanity

The symptoms of insanity,
Are slowly finding their way inside of me.
They are leaking in through the cracks,
Reminders of knives thrust into my back.
They see what can’t be seen with human eyes,
Scars left by bittersweet lies.

The symptoms of insanity,
Are affecting my sense of perception incredibly.
They twist and warp every image reflected off the mirror of my mind,
Playing a game of hide-and-seek with no one to find.
They make me believe in things I once knew doesn’t exist,
Playing I Spy in a place fraught with mist.

The symptoms of insanity,
Have given me a vulgar vocabulary of profanity.
They make it impossible to be satisfied,
Nothing is good enough to be ratified.
They have cut my fuse an inch from the dynamite,
Made everything to be my kryptonite.

The symptoms of insanity,
Have broken the Chains of Reality.
They show me what it truly means to be alive,
Give me new reasons to survive.
They have lifted me up from the debris that you have created,
Showed me new paths that lead me away from where I once was fated.