Internal war, but external battles
So much anger, so incontrollable
Embarrassed, but should I be?
Shame from the public, disdainful glances
They don’t understand but why should they?
Shunned, isolated, mistreated
Crazy, crazy, CrAzY, CRAZY
No one to trust, too late to hide
Anger builds and solidifies
Without hope is only death or blissful insanity
But is insanity ever blissful?
