You Can Be

What would anyone do if I woke up one day and decided I was going to be the next murderer? That I was going to steal my fathers gun, and of course I start with him, the feelings so rough, tears bursting from my eyes. I move on to my mother, my brother, my grandparents, and with every kill the emotion ebbs away. Things get easier. What would anyone do if that day I proclaimed to the world that I no longer wanted to live in this world? I created the noose from my old Playstation 3 controller cords, wrote my last words "To the world, **** you" and made an ornament out of myself on the back of my bedroom door. What would anyone do if I decided one day that The world is full of pixies and unicorns! that everything was red, oh but not the light fire red, but instead the color of blood, oh how magnificent things look! I work for the trolls under the bridge behind my house he pays me in finger nails! You told me I can be anything, do anything, so why do you look at me like I'm crazy? I see the fairies, not you, so who are you to say I'm insane? They tell me I'm perfectly alright. I never really understand why people were comforted by such an obvious phrase, I KNOW I can do whatever I want! Just like Jim Jones wanted to control and murder 1,000 people, just like how the people of Rwanda murdered each other; brothers, fathers, neighbors fighting each other. So what if I want to conquer china, put rat poison in all the exports and watch the world die, its my decision right? you told me so, and I'll plead that, I'll plead that you told me I can murder the whole world, start the zombie apocalypse, destroy all animals in the world, when I'm up in that electric chair. Hello my future, Good-bye Sanity.