Isane
Isane,
thats what they call you.
If you think differently,
see the world differently.
They scream at you to be normal,
why I would ask?
The answers are all the same,
to be loved, to be happy, to be normal.
I am in love with my insane self,
it understands me.
Insanity the beautiful disaster,
madness that gives life a little more spice.
Why do I welcome him with open arms?
Its the only thing that understands my methods.
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