The Mania

Inside of me there is a part I don't want to share It isn't really something that I consider normal Humans sure are curious things oh yes this I know Still I don't know why this part of me exists I mean, I think I do but I don't wanna say It would make me sound strange, disgusting and depraved This part of myself, that I wish would go A scar upon my brain that I don't even notice I can't help but feel crazy How I have friends amazes me It isn't something someone tells you every day Into my life this sickness seeps Get rid of it when I sleep But even in my dreams I can't escape myself I'm very well aware that I am not normal It's been obvious since day one My brain isn't right, I see colors in the night I sound crazy when I describe my sight This mania induces my thoughts and delusions I am a silhouette, a puppet attached by strings I am all me, but all me is just crazy My manic ideas I can't help but find funny Isn't it just funny? The thought of doing something Horrible, awful, just downright sick I may sound stupid This is all a delusion Fake ideas, fake ideas, fake ideas, fake ideas