Insane Sane Does It Even Matter

Never read about fairy tales much as a kid, or wanted to be a queen, like other girls did, didn't care much for barbies, or stupid stuffed bears, really, all I wanted was someone who cared, grew up playing mind games, my mom use to trick, inside my head, to make me think I was sick, now it's to hard for me, to distinguish between, the real and the fake, so I stay unseen, I love to be invisible, but my mouth won't ever let me, cuz as soon as it opens, words come projectively, no one can understand, the damage of this type, manipulation far to deep, can't remove it with a surgical knife, precision, incisions, test tubes I'd bleed, machines to my brain, torture I didn't need, drowsy, sickening, medication to fix, What's broke in my brain? Check hers, with a fist, I tell them, it's her, but her lies, she persists, Twisted me up and now I really am insane, because I can't tell the difference, if I even think the same?