I prayed today I wouldn't go crazy yesterday Because crazy is a condition I just can't contain Banging my head against an invisible wall The fun has just begun, playing with my gun Listening to the click of the pin hitting nothing but air I hear the sound resounding around my head Beating, pounding, throbbing throughout my brain I can't keep the crash of the car out of my conscience The crash of the shattered glass hitting the asphalt The car screaming to a stop Her body lay dead, her head only a shred Of the radiance her face once displayed I pound my head like an insane man on the side of the street I feel trapped, as if wrapped in a leather strap That locks the straight-jacket tight They're coming to take me away I hear the roar of the sirens And the cries of the masses But no crowd is around to surround me With their constant pleas for freedom The crowd started laughing aloud As if I'm chained and caged on a stage to display The pitiful creature that stands before them Crying out screams of pain and shame Oh, it looks like I went crazy yesterday today It looks like I went crazy yesterday today
Reason for writing:
Just a fictional piece I wrote a while back while in one of my depressions.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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