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''Yet They Say I'm Insane ''
I talk to someone who I believe is there,
Of others staring I become aware,
Their prejudice is hard to bear,
It causes so much pain.
I hear them saying he must be mad,
His behaviour is really sad,
My talking seems to make them glad,
Their laughter they can't contain.
Suddenly I become a figure of hate,
Their abuse I cannot abate,
To silence me they cannot wait,
They don't listen when I complain?
Sectioned then thrown into a cell,
Why, only they can tell,
Destined for a life of Hell,
This life is such a strain.
Placed on heavy medication,
Living life in sick sedation,
Now a zombie like creation,
They treat me with disdain.
So they refuse to set me free,
For talking to someone they can't see,
Madness I'm afraid I don't agree,
It is totally inhumane.
They tell me to find my place with God,
This concept I find extremely flawed,
With their hypocrisy I am overawed,
Their insanity I can't explain.
They talk to something they can't see,
For doing the same they lecture me,
With their principles I cannot agree,
From their deities I will have to abstain
The religious talk to God knows who,
Yet I'm condemned for what I do,
Their invisible being they claim is true.
' Yet They Say I'm Insane '
Of others staring I become aware,
Their prejudice is hard to bear,
It causes so much pain.
I hear them saying he must be mad,
His behaviour is really sad,
My talking seems to make them glad,
Their laughter they can't contain.
Suddenly I become a figure of hate,
Their abuse I cannot abate,
To silence me they cannot wait,
They don't listen when I complain?
Sectioned then thrown into a cell,
Why, only they can tell,
Destined for a life of Hell,
This life is such a strain.
Placed on heavy medication,
Living life in sick sedation,
Now a zombie like creation,
They treat me with disdain.
So they refuse to set me free,
For talking to someone they can't see,
Madness I'm afraid I don't agree,
It is totally inhumane.
They tell me to find my place with God,
This concept I find extremely flawed,
With their hypocrisy I am overawed,
Their insanity I can't explain.
They talk to something they can't see,
For doing the same they lecture me,
With their principles I cannot agree,
From their deities I will have to abstain
The religious talk to God knows who,
Yet I'm condemned for what I do,
Their invisible being they claim is true.
' Yet They Say I'm Insane '
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``Yet They Say I`m Insane ``
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