Feel the pain easy to see.
Going insane, easy for me.
Never been sane, always been gone, around in circles.
perfect circles, no, that'd be too easy.
Ovals and ellipses that make others queasy, or maybe its
me, see.....................
i am an outkast, because i am away, not
from my physical, but from what i say.
Mentally stable, of course I am, anything less would
choke who i am. No one person has directed my thought
to unforseeken grave.
I have lost control and now I am a slave.
insane or Unsane I choose the path.
being
to view this poem.