We had our sanity,
A child’s sanity,
For a short–too short–a while.
As teens we turned sanity on its head
And how good it was
How much figuring it out we did.
Many went happily on
Some of us got electrocuted by something
Laid out hard, sometimes making things better
In a sense
Some times burning us hard.
We know we won’t live long. Now we’re creative,
Outcasts, retards, socially inept,
Not normal, like the people who get frustrated with us,
Who frustrate us,
Because they’re so fucking routine stoic normal
To the point where you want to shake them or
Leave them, or get so upset with them
That you don’t want their world anymore.
Sometimes I think, through example, I can cope.
But I get normal advice from normal people
And I ditch the ones I truly love.
I’m alone amongst the sanes,
I am bored, I am lonely, and I want to leave them.
I will leave this place for nowhere.
Î can’t be a child again.
I can’t ruin anything anymore
Somewhere, people like me have a mansion
A mansion painted purple,
Where we can draw on the walls,
And keep closed the blinds.