Inner workings of an (in)sane mind

I am just trying hard to fit in... I am trying hard to fit in. Laughing and giggling; Like I am my own dumb twin. I see each day my brain crippling. Yet I go out there, Just trying hard to fit in. Every day I tell myself, “Darling, this is not your place You deserve to be by a bookshelf. People, is the last thing you should chase.” Yet I go out there, With an artificial smile on my face; Just trying hard to fit in. I miss the time when I used to be alone, Pen, paper and I, inseparable and strong. I was a loner, only if I had known; I should not have tried hard to get along. Yet I go out there, Feeling foolish and wrong, Because I am just trying hard to fit in. Maybe I should give up; Maybe I should let go, This mess I have to clean up, Because no more I can bow. I no more wish to go out there… Saneness came knocking, anyhow. Because I am done trying to fit in I was never meant to mingle; Laugh and make fun of...

They feel soft and lifeless, Crispiness and the scent all gone. You left at the time of crisis, To fend for myself, alone. These alphabets and meaningless terms, Once promised of everlasting love; Disgusts me and makes me squirm. It is the thought of you that I am so sick of. No matter how hard I try; No matter how far I run, I still haven’t got the heart; To burn it even if it’s just forfun. Why did you leave me? Why did you have to go? I wish you didn’t drink and drive, Leaving just these letters to call my own.