I am all alone and there is nobody around,
Even in a crown I cannot hear a sound,
The music of intelligence was neither in Maine nor was it bound,
After years of stupidity, I felt as if I would one day drown.
I survived intellectually, living dormant inside my own head,
I retreated inside so that my thoughts would never become dead,
I no longer existed to them, but became happier instead,
I had made a friend and that friend was in my head.
Lack of intelligent conversation can be horrible and cruel,
The idiots around me are like dogs, not even swallowing their drool,
They have their morals mute and not one moral rule,
My own imagination is what gave my sanity it's fuel.
I am no longer in the asylum, locked in a mental cell,
I am no longer stuck inside this immoral hell,
Recovery is happening slow, however, I can surely tell,
Those people are dead to me, and my sanity has returned.