Flawed
Hold on to your hats kids,
here I go;
Paranoia, Schizophrenia,
Oh, what a show.
Grooming legal lunacy,
with a maniacal grin;
No comprehension at all,
to label as sin.
So I walk through the park,
and talk to the trees;
And look back at you funny,
when you look funny at me.
I know you talk behind my back,
since my front is so scary;
But I can't hear what you say,
cause my minds always blaring.
So I've learned to dance joyfully,
in the playground of me;
You can lock me away ,
but inside I am free...
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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