My sadness has a reason
It is not my brain performing treason
It is normal to feel pain
Long after society says it should be slain
But if I answer honestly
People project that I need fixing constantly
So to avoid living a lie
"I'm alive" becomes my alibi
So when they say "that's good"
"Is it really?" Humor as understood?
Hiding like a child from a dangerous society
From bigger children denying fragility of humanity
This world is cold and full of lies I defy
Though I am flawed I decry
The way things are cannot remain
Too much is wrong in this world to be humane
You'll find some against it naught
Using others suffering as taught
You'll find