Member Poem

The word is losing it’s value to me.

Losing it’s meaning,

Losing it’s importance.

  All I see is black.

I’m not sure where I am,

Maybe limbo?

It doesn't matter, I like it here.

  Insane.

This word I have never known,

but it’s finding it’s way

into my life.

  What did I do?

Am I going insane?

Have I been insane all my life?

I’m so confused.

  I’m...floating?

or maybe i’m falling.

Doesn’t matter to me,

not anymore.

  I think I get it.

I’m under some kind of spell,

some kind of hypnosis

they’re trying to make me sane.

  Lab rat.

That’s what they’ve made me.

They don’t understand,

no one does.

  I’m insane.

I like it that way.

and they try to change me

all because I’m different.

  I hear shouting.

“It’s not working!”

“Shut up, we can still do this.”

No, you can’t.

  I like being insane.

This void lost all good feelings now.

I want to be insane,

it’s what I know best.

  I being to wake

“How do you feel?”

it’s the first thing I heard.

I gave them a wicked smile.

  “You failed. I’m still insane.”

They all stared at me confused.

I decided to explain.

“I can still make thoughts, I still have emotions, it’s part of me to be insane.”

  Sanity.

If you asked me what this meant,

I wouldn’t be able to give you an answer.

I used to know what it meant.

 Sanity?