Brain Stew

Author: cyberpoet_98

about the wraps of sanity I roam,
understanding and realism has left me.
out here the real is untrue,
and the untrue is real.
A stone cold hand has slapped me hard,
knocked me into a state of shock.
I feel as if not human,
but as a robotic method of destruction
under chaotic control.
this state of disorder and massacre
is the hell where I make my home
to some, I appear normal,
but, all I want.....is to be different
With my twisted view upon life
different is normal and normal is different
to figure on what I think is a fallacy
to think on what I figure is my reality
To me equality means prejudice
and love requires hate
I long to see the end of this
but till then I sit in the corner and weep.

--1997