We Are the Weeds

I feel sane in a mad world How I wish to be mad like the others I want to hide under the covers And pretend I am free My logic is chaotic here Where fear is power and kindness is rare I have no place in such a place This is the torment I face I feel myself become distant I want no association with this tyrant I want no ties to dead environments I want to thrive to not feel guilt for being alive Because I do Its either there's no food Or there's no room But I have both And so many don't Our lives and our meanings Have become assets of greed we are no longer the gardeners we are the weeds