Starting to lose control of your thoughts
Demolishes the established facts of your being,
Your dos and do-nots
Become a hazy menage of trickery and deceit
By your own mind.
Pleading for answers,
Hoping for reasons strong enough
To tumble your emotions,
But getting none.
Alone with ideas without justification,
Craving the elation of sincerity,
Avoiding the hilarity of the irony
That has become your own life.
It’s lonely in your own mind,
Lonelier still, when your mind
Becomes its own entity,
An extension of what was never
Meant to be.
Alone with insanity.