Insanity
If I could really feel the pain,
I wouldn't stoop to this.
Killing these recycled trees,
just to show the world I'm pissed.
I'd stand in a crowded room and shout,
then fall out on the floor,
with blood streaming from my ears,
I can't take this anymore.
I'd run to the roads end,
dodging people along the way,
if any would refuse to move,
I'd disarm them with, have a nice day.
I'd open an ajar sewer lid,
and dive into the dark unknown,
and all the confused there watching me wouldn't know,
I'd finally made it home.
by Bobby Hill
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