Time To Go Insane

I must’ve went wrong somewhere, Becoming too much to bare, Everything’s been lost, My soul was the cost. This mess burnt up my last shred of sanity, I long for it to be cleaned, There’s only one I trust, Longing change before I bust, Now all I can think is what is wrong, With people, with me, the world? It’s been so long. Since everything was okay, Since you didn’t stay. Lonely wasn’t thought, Questioning everything I’ve fought. Without hope and care, Standing in front of the mirror, This just can’t be fair. Why does it have to be so hard? If you look at it optmisticly, it’ll just be another scar. Too bad my optimism has run out, Nothing else to care about. And then I laugh. I’m tired of listening, I’m tired of getting hit on, I’m tired of the snobs getting in my way. Of the bastards taking everything away. Now I can feel it rising, I see my vision blurring, I burn another leaf, While my thoughts are stirring. It’s clear now though, Only one answer that’s true, Beating someone’s face until it’s black and blue. It’s no longer feeling any stranger, To let loose of this anger. These maggots are finally going to get what’s coming to them, At one point, I was hoping that this isn’t how it would end. Now I want to embrace it, Make the most of it, I enjoy every damn second of it. Now when some drama starting, waste of skin, Throws one of their fits, I’m gonna make sure their mouth is shut for good, I’ll see to it. Looking back on the lower ground I once stood. When that cheating fake, or big disgrace screws something up for me, I won’t waste anytime before making them bleed. That self medicating, Child Molesting, Animal abusing, Piece of meat, is going to regret, Blocking my road, I’ll be someone they’d wish they’d never met. They don’t understand, I don’t care who they are, Or if someone took their land, Or came and repoed their car. If the banks collected their home, Only thing I care about now, Isn’t getting stoned, It’s not searching my phone, Not hearing another teenager moan, Can’t you see? All the simple pleasures mean nothing to me. So you better start getting read to flee, Lock the back door, and swallow the key. Angers infesting me, turning towards insanity, The only thing left I care about… Is Me.